Chapter 3
The next morning, Yolanda was ready to head out when she ran into Charles coming downstairs.
a dark suit
He wore a dark suit, his 6’2” frame giving off a heavy sense of pressure. Seeing her at the door, he frowned.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
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Yolanda bent down at the entryway to change her shoes. She had shed her usual softness and dressed sharp. “I want to check on my old studio.”
She had once co–invested in a studio that trained talents, but after getting married, she barely managed it.
Now she still had some savings left to put in, and she had signed a few talents before–she wanted to see how they were doing.
Charles’s face darkened. “Sixty thousand dollars a month in allowance isn’t enough?”
He thought she should stay home, a vase waiting for him to come back. For the past two years, she had done just that.
Yolanda felt a tightness in her chest. Her shoes were on. “I want to go back to work.”
His eyes lingered on her for a few seconds before he looked away, his tone flat again. “Suit yourself.”
He believed she would come back defeated soon enough, once she saw how harsh the outside world was.
He walked to the dining table and noticed breakfast was different.
“Who made breakfast today?” he asked.
Before, Yolanda had cooked his meals herself, but today’s food clearly wasn’t hers.
“We did,” a maid said. “Mrs. Sinclair said from now on, we’ll handle the cooking.”
Charles stayed quiet, too lazy to argue.
He figured she was just throwing a tantrum because he had ignored her lately. A few gifts would calm her down.
Yolanda followed her memory and drove to the studio.
When she passed by the mall building, she happened to see a giant poster hanging outside. On it was the brand ambassador chosen for Sinclair Group’s perfume this season–the same young starlet who had been fooling around with Charles last night.
Yolanda pulled her gaze back and gripped the steering wheel even tighter.
The starlet’s name was Sophie Sutton, a girl Charles had personally brought into the spotlight. Yolanda didn’t know what it was about Sophie that obsessed him, but now he had even made her the face of the brand.
She took a deep breath and pressed the gas pedal.
The studio wasn’t far from Sinclair Group, only about a ten–minute drive. She had rented the entire top floor back then. Now the doors were wide open, and all she could hear was the sound of fists pounding against a punching bag.
She turned the corner and saw a young man inside the studio wearing a black T–shirt, boxing gloves on his hands, hitting the bag again and again.
His hair was a bit long, his muscles elegant and well–defined, not overly bulky, carrying a raw youthfulness. He was slightly taller than Charles.
Yolanda only saw his side profile. He looked younger than Charles. Though silent, his beautiful eyes, now lowered, gave him a charm that was hard to put into words.
Yolanda spoke up. “Excuse me.
”
The man turned his head to glance at her, and because he stopped moving, the bag swung back and hit him in the face.
She hurriedly pushed open the glass door
walked inside. “Are you okay?”
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He tilted his head, his cheek a little red. Then he pressed his lips together without saying anything.
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Yolanda looked around. Her memory wasn’t wrong–this was indeed the studio she had rented years ago. Back then she had paid five years‘ rent in one lump sum, which was no small amount.
But now it seemed to have turned into a boxing room. Yolanda stood there without a word, like a socialite who had accidentally stepped into a back–alley gym, utterly out of place with her surroundings.
The man lowered his head, unfastened his gloves, and tossed them aside. He turned and opened the glass door, about to leave. Sweat dripped from his hair, his expression tight, and as he walked, he carried with him a restless, heated air.
When he reached the door, he bumped right into Megan Carter coming in.
Megan looked confused at first, but when she saw Yolanda, her face lit up with surprise. “Yolanda? What are you doing here? Oh my God, I’m not seeing things, am I? You haven’t been back since you got married.”
Seeing her old partner and friend, Yolanda finally let out a breath. For a moment, she thought she’d gone to the wrong place.
Megan shoved the man toward her and scolded, “What’s the rush? Weren’t you just asking when the boss was coming? Well, here she is.”
The man still had a wrist brace on, wrapped tight around his wrist. He turned his head aside and gave a faint nod.
That was when Yolanda really looked at him. He was handsome–different from Charles, who had that rich, cold, untouchable aura. This man was more like a lone tree standing on a mountaintop. He might’ve looked distant, but his lips were impossibly alluring.
There was something about him, a contradiction that made it hard to look away.
Megan quickly pulled Yolanda aside and whispered, “You’ve been gone for two years, and I don’t have much pull. Most of our talents left, so now it’s just lan. Thank God he stayed, or I’d have been begging on the streets by now.”
Yolanda felt a pang of guilt. She noticed the young man standing off to the side, head down, lost in thought.
“Why didn’t he leave?” she asked curiously.
Megan rubbed her chin. “Beats me. He’s only twenty–three, looks like this, and tons of companies have tried to poach him.
“If he’d signed somewhere else, he’d be a superstar by now. Directors can’t stop giving him roles just from his looks alone. He was born to be an actor.”
Yolanda said nothing. Back when she opened the studio, she made a huge splash. And with her background as part of the Grant family, directors all went out of their way to support her.
But after she got married, she stopped caring about it. She thought the studio had long since fallen apart. She never imagined there’d still be an actor left–and one with this much talent.
She stared at the young man, and he slowly lifted his head. Their eyes met for an instant before he quickly looked away, dropping his
gaze.
