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I handed the five-dollar bill to the little girl. "Where is your village? What's its name?" I asked. "It's called Greenfield," the little girl replied. I remembered reading about her province during my studies. It was the region with the lowest GDP in the country, marked by rugged mountains and relative isolation, where many areas still struggled with poverty. "Alright, I understand," I reassured her, patting the little girl's head. "I'll come to visit you in the future." The village chief led the little girl away. I stood there, lost in thought for a while. Quentin Bennett, who had been seated nearby, couldn't help but approach me. "Is something on your mind?" "It's nothing," I replied. "Where are you planning to go now?" "I was thinking of buying clothes, but I'm afraid I might run into them in the clothing section." Just the thought of it made Quentin Bennett feel suffocated. I scanned the surroundings and noticed an arcade. I pointed in that direction. "How about going th
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"Remember that strange video online? Ugh!" I barely got my words out before I was met with Quentin Bennett's ominous glare. "Our studio reported it," Quentin Bennett turned to scrutinize me, inquiring, "Have you seen it?" I mustered a smile, "Of course, it went viral, with tens of millions of views." "Hmm." "..." When Quentin Bennett got angry, it was genuinely terrifying. Inside my computer, there was a library of materials about Quentin Bennett. I hesitated, my hand shaking as I contemplated deleting it all, thinking about quitting this business for good. But... I stopped myself. This wasn't illegal, so why was I afraid? It wasn't that big of a deal. I forced a smile again and eagerly started going through Quentin Bennett's materials, then dragged them into my editing software. Poor Quentin Bennett was still lying on his yoga mat, completely unaware that I was at it again. I had overindulged myself; these days, I was completely engrossed in the bizarre editing business. Aft
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Quentin Bennett shot her a cold look and remarked, "Nobody stays attractive forever." I playfully pointed to myself and quipped, "Well, I will." Quentin Bennett chuckled, "Is that so?" Briella Cortez sneered, clearly displeased with my interruption of their 'tender' conversation. "You don't even qualify as attractive." I widened my eyes in disbelief and retorted, "I'm not attractive? I thought I was considered a little beauty, at least!" "You're not attractive. Quentin is more attractive than you." "That's a lover's perspective. Haven't you heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?" Quentin Bennett furrowed his brow. "Enough, stop talking, shut up." Both Briella Cortez and I fell silent. I chose to gaze peacefully out of the window, while she obediently continued driving. --- Today, Quentin Bennett's job was to shoot an endorsement, and upon arriving at the location, I couldn't hide my disdain. "What international big-brand endorsement are you shooting? The set here i
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Color
"Did you catch the livestream today?" he asked. "Yeah, I did." I met his gaze, anticipating his next question. Quentin nodded with satisfaction, "Alright, I'm heading out." Just like that? He hurried over to knock on my door, just for this?! I intercepted him, "Just for this? Seriously?" Quentin turned around, a smirk on his lips, "Is it good-looking?" "Are you referring to yourself or the red carpet?" Quentin's amused expression gradually faded as he walked away, leaving me pondering the reason. The next day, Quentin took a break. Towards the end of the year, his job revolved around red carpets, and nothing more. However, today, Evie and the others couldn't stay home for various reasons, so only Quentin and I were at home. Yet, Quentin once again claimed my balcony, commandeering his cherished rocking chair. Covered in a blanket, he lay there, holding his phone, swaying back and forth. I was so irritated that I changed my position, turning my back to Quentin. Out of sight, out
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Briella's expression tightened, and the warmth in her smile slowly faded. "Quentin, do you have to be so harsh with your words?" "If you don't want me to be harsh, then maybe avoid saying things that disgust me." Briella's face turned cold as she fixed her gaze on Quentin, as if trying to pierce through him with her eyes. Quentin quickly got under Briella's skin, and, remembering his "important business," he pushed me forward while firmly holding onto my collar. "Hey, hey, hey, don't take out your frustration on me because of Briella. I'm innocent." "Innocent? Did you forget about kicking me out earlier today? You just apologized, and now it's like you've totally forgotten." "I messed up." Admitting my mistake quickly might spare me from a lecture. Quentin led me to the kitchen, casually checking the feel of each kitchen tool—pots, spatulas, bottles, even frying pans. My eyes trembled as I watched Quentin handle the frying pan. Quentin put down the frying pan, and I let out a
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Evie's emotions are like a whirlwind, shifting swiftly. After waking up from her alcohol-induced slumber, she was ready for a confrontation, arguing with Briella early in the morning. Even I, who had sympathized with Evie yesterday, couldn't help but roll my eyes; she's truly single-minded, with a brain capacity comparable to a dried booger. As the year-end approached, everyone was immersed in their own busyness. Quentin was captivating the red carpet, I was engrossed in my studies to secure my future, Daniela was preoccupied creating challenging exam papers, and Briella and Evie were swamped with their respective work commitments. Days passed in a blend of mundane routines and occasional conflicts. The day of my postgraduate entrance exam arrived unexpectedly, and suddenly everyone at home assumed the roles of concerned parents. Even Briella, who typically showed little interest, expressed her worry for me: "You have to give it your all. People like you can only elevate your status
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I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel The world is too big
Him: "You're missing the point of what I'm saying. Philosophy is just one of those so-called paths. Maybe philosophy is a dead end, a hoax, a self-congratulation."A hypnotist friend called me one day and said he had a patient who was rather interesting and asked if I was interested.Him: "We only see part of the world, in reality, the world is big, big, big."Let me say anything else, and he stopped answering. But he'd accomplished his goal: tickling my mind about something, but that only messed with the brain more.Me: "Not interested."Him: "I talk much slower than I think and a lot of things get left out."Me: "Are you trying to deny people?"I lost sleep that night, all sorts of jumbled thoughts mixed together, unable to make sense of them. I understood what he was saying, but I didn't know what to do about it. The next day I was tempted to talk to him again, and suddenly I felt terrible about it. Because I had been designing where to fasten the DV to my clothes last night before
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