Chapter 609

As Natalie entered her apartment, Austin called.

“Mr. Powell,” Natalie answered, her voice hoarse from crying on the way home. Her throat was sore.

Hearing the rasp in her voice, Austin furrowed his brow, sensing she’d had a difficult day.

“Have you been crying?” he asked gently.

Natalie felt overwhelmed. Tears welled in her eyes. She didn't want to burden him further; she already felt regretful about the day.

“No, it’s probably just a cold,” she said. “I’m fine. I took some medicine and I’m feeling drowsy. I’m going to sleep now. Don’t worry about me, Mr. Powell.”

Austin was silent for a moment. “Rest well,” he said finally. “If you need anything, call me. Don’t push yourself too hard.”

Natalie’s nose tingled with emotion. She whispered, “Okay.”

Alone, self-doubt consumed her. She couldn't understand life's cruelty. It wasn't fair.

In a cozy restaurant, a piping hot stew and a sweet cake were served. The atmosphere was perfect. Joe’s gaze lingered on Skylar’s hand, holding a glass of water; the ring on her index finger radiated a subtle warmth. Skylar enjoyed the cake, cream smeared on her lips.

Joe stood and gently wiped the cream from her lips with a napkin. “Is it good?” he asked.

Skylar, surprised, stared at him. “It’s delicious,” she said. The cake was indeed delicious. Joe, however, wasn't fond of sweets, so he only ate a small piece. He enjoyed the stew.

“That’s good to hear. Enjoy it,” Joe said, his voice incredibly gentle and warm.

Skylar’s heart fluttered. “I will,” she replied.

Returning to his seat, Joe noticed a large bag on the table beside Skylar, wondering if it held another surprise.

In a nearby private room, Charles was distracted. The group animatedly discussed their latest film and their roles, sharing interpretations of the play and their characters. Normally, Charles would have participated fully; he took acting seriously, meticulously analyzing each role and offering insights. But tonight, he remained silent.

His friend, Aldrich Grant, noticed. “Charles, you seem distracted. What’s going on?”

Charles took a sip of his drink, trying to shake off the unease. “It’s nothing.”

He was still shaken by a startling elevator encounter with the legendary Joe Martin, known for his aloofness. Martin had initiated a conversation and even asked about his work—incredibly unusual.

“Do you know if anyone around us knows Joe Martin?” Charles asked Aldrich.

Aldrich shook his head. “People like that are usually out of our league. Even directors and investors might not know him personally. Why? Do you have a friend who knows him? If so, he’d be a big deal in our industry.”

Charles grimaced. “Have you heard whether Joe prefers men or women?”

The situation felt increasingly strange. The more Charles thought about it, the less he understood. He knew he wouldn't sleep until he found out more.