Howard arched a brow, glancing at the person staring holes through him. He raised a fist. "What's with all the questions?"
"Occupational hazard, occupational hazard, haha. I used to be a talent agent. I can tell you must have just switched careers. You bought this big house and car back when you were a doctor, right? Let me tell you, the modeling world is a tough scene. It's full of shady people. But don't worry, you've got me now. I'll be your agent. I'll definitely make you a star."
Howard: "..."
Howard couldn't decide if this Nate Jennings person was incredibly naive or just plain stupid.
"Sir, the room is ready." Nanny Sutton's voice came at just the right moment. She came down the stairs and, seeing Nate Jennings was awake, broke into a wide smile.
"And I don't believe I caught your name, miss?"
"My name is Nate Jennings, but you can call me Nate. Or Nate-Nate, either is fine." Nate patted her chest.
