After She She Stopped Loving Him

Zack had already glimpsed the ruthless calculation behind her sweet facade from that recording. He didn’t dare

refuse and signed the contract.

Instantly, a smile spread across Yolanda'’s face. “I'll be counting on you to look out for lan from now on,” she said

smoothly.

This TV series was a huge project this year. While it was partly designed to push sstars, tens of millions had

been sunk into the production.

At this point, the die was cast. No matter how uncomfortable Zack felt, with his weakness exposed, he wasn’t

about to rock the boat.

Yolanda and lan got into her car-a $600,000 Porsche, a wedding gift from Samuel two years

ago.

“Where do you live?” asked Yolanda.

lan replied, “Willow Lane.”

Yolanda frowned. Willow Lane had no nice parts-just run-down houses, once called a slum. It was close to

downtown, but the area was a mess.

Yolanda fell silent. She realized she didn’t know much about her studio’s only talent—or much about Megan's

marriage.

After what felt like forever, she said, “I'll drive you home. You start filming in three days. I'll help you get settled

at first-find you roles, line up ads. Once your career takes off, Megan will

take over.”

lan nodded. “Okay.”

The car pulled into Willow Lane and stopped where he lived. She looked at the alley-gloomy even in daylight-and

felt a weird, uneasy twist in her gut.

lan pulled on a mask and a hat and then got out

Yolanda followed him out. “I'm coming with you,” she said tersely,

lan stood still, his back ramrod straight.

Yolanda pressed, “I need to know you better. You're my only client right now-I'm pouring all my tinto you. If

we sign more people later, we'll probably barely see each other.” She was dead set on building up the studio.

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lan looked down, tugged his mask a little higher, and started walking.

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Yolanda followed behind. Unlike downtown's busy bustle, the streets here were potholed, with trash heaped in

corners.

They stopped at his place. The door decorations were faded, but the area was clean. The lock was old. He pulled

out his key and unlocked it.

Inside, there was a tiny yard with a punching bag-covered in dents, like he used it a lot to blow off steam. The

house itself was maybe 600 square feet, simple but neat.

lan took off his hat and mask and headed to the narrow kitchen. He washed the only cup had over and over-

even running boiling water over it before finally pouring swater inside.

he

Yolanda stood in the living room, eyeing his tall, good-looking frame, and let out a soft sigh.

She felt like that the second he took off that mask, the entire room cto life. In this rundown space, he stood

out like a vibrant bloom-sharp, proud, and cool.

lan walked out of the kitchen and set the cup of water down in front of Yolanda, who was perched on the narrow

couch. “Here,” he said, his eyes casting down.

Yolanda glanced around, fighting a small smile. “No girlfriend right now, lan?”

lan shook his head. “Nope.”

“Good. If you do get one, tellfirst. Your face will draw fans easy, but more fans mean more rules,” Yolanda

said.

Her slender fingers curled around the glass, but she didn’t take a sip. She was here with a purpose. “You live by

yourself?” she asked.

“My mom's in the hospital. She's sick.”

“Megan says you've been keeping the stuafloat these past two years. You must’ve made sgood money-

so why haven't you moved to a better place?”

“Hospital bills aren't cheap,” lan said, his eyelashes flickering. For once, his obedience had a hint of stubborn

defiance.

“What about your dad?” Yolanda pressed.

She didn’t want to be noisy, but as his agent, she had to ask-better to prep him now than let the gossip sites

tear him apart later. After all, a talent’s entire life was exposed under the spotlight.

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lan glanced past her at the punching bag outside and whispered, “Dunno.”

“School records? Any skeletons | should know about?” she kept asking.

lan stayed quiet, his lips pressing into a thin line.

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Yolanda picked up the cup and took a small sip. “When you hit it big, the tabloids will dig up every little thing. |

need to plan ahead so we aren't blindsided.”

lan swallowed hard, and after a long pause, his voice cout rough. “I was at Beloris University, but something

went down. It wasn’t my fault, | swear. | don’t even get it...”

“If it’s not on you, I'll fix it. Rest up today, and be on set in three days. I'll rush to line up endorsements for you,”

Yolanda smiled. “Callif anything personal comes up. lan, | need you to step up a little, okay?”

She then stood, grabbing her bag off the nearby table. A subtle fragrance clung to her—not from perfume-softly

filling the cramped room.

She clapped a hand on his shoulder. “We gotta trust each other. If you're hiding something, telllater. But do

it before you're famous.”

“Got it.”

Yolanda pulled her hand back, catching a glimpse of a pink flush at the tips of his ears. She frowned, “If you're

not feeling good, telltoo.”

lan remained silent, simply standing to see her out.

Yolanda drove off, but as she turned out of the alley, she spotted a luxury car pulling in.

The license plate looked familiar, but she couldn’t place where she’d seen it. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she

saw it stop right at lan’s front door.

A middle-aged guy got out. From a distance, his build looked familiar-like Dylan, the one who rarely chome.

Yolanda had married into the Sinclair family for two years and had barely seen him. But he had constantly

showed up at charity events-she’d seen him in the papers plenty of times.

Word was he sponsored hundreds of students, was a shrewd businessman, and even had connections in

government circles. That was why Charles steered clear of divorce .

But Charles was all smooth surface with a wild streak underneath. He might torch his entire reputation for the

right woman. The problem was, the one he'd risk everything for hadn't cback yet.

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