Some time ago, Michelle pondered a fascinating question. If she were to find herself within the world of a book, would the plot still unfold according to its original outline? And if it did, would it adhere to the author's initial summary or to the detailed narrative she, as the writer of this new version, had envisioned? While the general direction of both storylines might remain consistent, numerous finer details could diverge. For instance, the original blueprint never made mention of Lizzy's biological mother. Nor did it hint at the female protagonist seeking vengeance on a side character after breaking off her engagement with the secondary male lead. Michelle wasn't sure if the original author had envisioned such a subplot, but she was certain she wouldn't have included it. Such actions didn't align with the female protagonist's character as she perceived it. In her interpretation, Isabella, though smitten in love, was, after all, from a prestigious background. As an heiress of
Unwilling to be exploited by Alex, Michelle countered, "If I take the job, I won't be able to pick up Lizzy from school." The kindergarten at Rivenhold School let out around four in the afternoon. If Alex, the boss, couldn't manage to fetch Lizzy every day, how could an his employee? It made sense to Alex. He realized that compared to Michelle not being able to collect Lizzy, having Isabella spin tales in front of Michelle was a minor concern. If he didn't have to fetch Lizzy in the afternoons, he could focus more on his work. Given that his image in Michelle's eyes wasn't exactly shining, Alex eventually resigned to her perspective. "Alright, fair point," he conceded. The topic was set aside, neither of them brought it up again. But as the adults ceased discussing the matter, a wave of anxiety swept over Lizzy. She remembered the times when Michelle had left her alone at home to work. The idea of being alone was unsettling to the young girl, and she clearly wasn't in favor of Miche
When Michelle saw the transfer notification, she thought to herself, "Truly a friend of the wealthy businesswoman." It seemed they shared the same demeanor, not hesitating to send money without so much as a discussion. Was it because they feared she'd learn of a hidden snag and change her mind? Michelle hesitated. She truly feared that they might be setting a trap for her. But she was exhausted from constantly writing, not wanting to continue ghostwriting novel drafts any longer. Moreover, she had set her price high and they had accepted it. It'd be rather unjust to refuse now, wouldn't it? After a moment of indecision, Michelle clicked on the confirmation to accept the payment. Then came the demands. The client described to her an incomplete world view, narrating yet-to-be-fleshed-out character relations. They wanted Michelle to draft detailed character designs. These were to encompass everything from appearance and orientation to past experiences and character evolution—everything
As Alex descended the staircase after changing his clothes, he was caught off guard by Michelle's words. He hesitated mid-step for a moment. Michelle had said he took good care of them. And he did. But was there really any conflict between taking care of them and Michelle returning to the family home? Keeping a straight face, Alex reached the tea table and took a seat, openly joining their nostalgic conversation. He lifted a teacup and took a sip. Noticing the sudden silence, he glanced at the two women and inquired, "What's wrong?" Michelle silently averted her gaze, signaling that it was nothing. She couldn't help but wonder, why was Alex, known for his relentless work ethic, wasting time with them today? On most days when he returned home, wouldn't he seclude himself in his study to continue his work? The more she pondered, the more uneasy she became, suspecting Alex and Eleanor might have some ulterior motive. Michelle pondered internally, "Could I make a run for it now?" Elean
Michelle really didn't feel like taking Lizzy out to play. However, when even Mr. Alex, known workaholic that he was, said such a thing, she, a mere freelance professional, found no ground to refuse. Alex, after all, was someone who dealt with multi-million-dollar businesses. Every minute he spent was potentially worth millions. If he believed that spending time with a child was more important than work, how could her drafts, possibly deemed worthless, ever compare to the importance of a child? Michelle had on more than one occasion asked Alex to spend more time with Lizzy. Now, the roles seemed to be reversed. If she declined now, she suspected Alex would have a reason to rebut her in the future. Reluctantly, Michelle agreed. However, she made it clear to Alex that she had commitments in the afternoon. She could only join them for a morning outing. Alex had no objections; he had plans to return to his office in the afternoon to attend to some matters. The two novice parents, as i
Michelle stared at the earnest-faced man in front of her, expressionless. In her mind, she muttered a curse. "How could someone so handsome be so... off?" she mused internally. "Such a waste of good looks." She locked eyes with the man for a moment, then with a serene and gentle smile, suggested, "Shall we get back to discussing Lizzy?" Meeting her gaze, Alex's eyes and tone were as gentle as possible. After all, he had unintentionally frightened her to tears during their last interaction. He didn't want a repeat of that episode. "I've always felt that you're evading things," he began, "Whether it's about Lizzy or about you." At his words, Michelle paused, then looked up, her gaze searching. "Have I?" she questioned. Alex nodded. "You've always seemed... elusive to me." Michelle met Alex's eyes, a playful glint in her own. "Maybe it's because your brain doesn't function well." He watched her, noting her feigned composure, as if she had no secrets to hide. He felt a hint of amuse
Michelle sent her draft to someone named "Bald but not stronger". Perhaps the recipient was busy, as there was no response. After waiting for ten minutes, exhaustion overwhelmed Michelle, and she decided not to wait any longer. In a drowsy haze, she shut down her computer and went to bed. The instant she closed her eyes, sleep swept over her. As she drifted into unconsciousness, there was a vague feeling that she'd forgotten something crucial. However, she was too tired to think straight. Her brain felt like it had gone on strike. ...Whatever it was, she'd deal with it after waking up. Today, Lizzy was in low spirits and somewhat upset because no one came to pick her up after school. She sat on a small bench and waited for what seemed like forever. Most of her classmates had left, and she was the only child remaining. Neither her mother nor her father was in sight. Recently, Lizzy had quickly forged a bond with Sophie. To keep Lizzy company, Sophie had even stayed a little longer a
Regarding the decision of whether or not to continue funding NexRealm Studios, Alex needed some time to deliberate. He didn't provide Derek with any instructions or hints, simply asking him to get back to work. Derek, relieved not to receive a reprimand, sensed Alex's foul mood and hastily left to attend to his duties. Among all the companies under Alex's purview, NexRealm Studios had been the biggest money pit. Alex had considered letting go of the gaming firm for some time. But the decision to ax NexRealm Studios wasn't solely his to make. He had to take into account the wishes of his nostalgic friend, his moody cousin Brandon, who had abandoned the project halfway, and Eleanor, who seemed to take pleasure in seeing him squirm. Years earlier, Eleanor had acquired an online literature company. With the backing of both the Ye and Su families, she was flush with resources. She then invested heavily, hiring top-tier online novelists to drive traffic to her platform. The once-dying web