"Achoo!"
Bella Acker was reciting her lines when she suddenly sneezed without warning.
Who is talking about her?
Mr. Sinclair's grandfather squinted and thought, oh, his granddaughter-in-law is just perfect. Even the way she sneezes is prettier than others.
No, he needs to go back and watch her TV dramas and movies again.
It's a pity she isn't the main character and doesn't have many scenes. How about starting a film company for her and hiring a bunch of scriptwriters and directors just to make shows for her?
No way, no way, I'm supposed to be pretending to be a pitiful old man right now. I can't reveal my identity.
The old man immediately dismissed his thoughts.
He can't step in right now, but Damian should be able to, right? Hmm, he'll call Damian later and ask him to get a dozen leading roles for Young Acker.
If any entertainment company doesn't agree, just buy them out.
The old man felt proud of his own thoughts and unknowingly fell asleep.
