Chapter 621

“Stop shouting. Go home. I still have to deliver food,” Peter said, mounting the nearby electric scooter. Still in his delivery uniform, he felt the weight of the wasted day pressing down. He had no idea where tomorrow's meal money would come from. The recent turn of events had eclipsed his past life as an executive.

Samuel rolled his eyes. “Peter, are you really content to spend your whole life delivering food? You were Mr. Peter Williams. You managed a large company.”

“Are you suggesting I should be idle like you for the rest of my life?” Peter retorted coldly. Neither Kenny nor Samuel seemed to grasp the reality of their situation.

Samuel bristled. “I’m not idle. I’m a celebrity. I’m just waiting for a chance to make a comeback.”

“With just your name, Samuel? There’s no chance of a comeback in the entertainment industry. You’d better focus on how to earn tomorrow’s meal money and cover the utilities,” Peter warned coldly before leaving.

Watching Peter ride away, Samuel fumed. He believed he would make a comeback. He had been so close to becoming an A-list actor, having played many leading roles. He refused to fade away. If Charles could land a lead role, surely he could too.

“I will succeed. I will definitely make a comeback. When that time comes, everyone who looks down on me will have to see me in a new light. I’ll make Skylar help me. I want her to get Joe to make me a celebrity again.”

Just as Skylar finished parking her car and was about to enter the house, Joe came home. They entered together. After changing into her slippers, Skylar answered a call from an unknown number.

“Hello.”

“Skylar, it’s me, Amelia. I’ve missed you. I’ve been thinking a lot lately and realize I made mistakes. Can you forgive me?”

The unknown number belonged to Amelia. Skylar barely recognized her voice, but its insincerity dredged up forgotten memories. Joe glanced at Skylar.

“Wrong number,” Skylar said coldly, hanging up.

“Spam call?” Joe asked.

Skylar replied honestly, “It was Christopher’s mother.”

Joe raised an eyebrow. “Christopher still can’t let go?”

“Whether he has or not doesn’t concern me. What do you want for dinner tonight? I’ll cook,” Skylar offered.

Seeing Skylar’s indifference toward Christopher, Joe smiled. “Let’s cook dinner together.”

“Alright.”

Christopher’s expression was dark. The abruptly terminated call left him frustrated. His plane had just landed, and he’d barely rested. All he wanted was to hear Skylar’s voice, but she remained indifferent.

“You’re making so much money now. If we leave Jipsburg, that money could buy us a big house, and you could open a store. At that point, you could have any women you want. Why must you insist on being with Skylar? If she were waiting for you, it’d be different. But she’s practically been used up. Look at how she treated me—she hung up!”

Amelia was furious. Her sense of superiority stemmed from believing her son was too good for anyone.