In the living room, Lana whispered to Norman Bennett, "Young Master, this bag is what the Young Mistress picked up from outside; she didn’t eat it." Upon hearing this, his face eased somewhat, but in the next instant, it returned to its cold state. Watching the young master head straight to the bedroom, Lana pursed her lips and thought: Young Mistress, you better fend for yourself. The door was pushed open, and Elliana Lyle lay on the bed with her back to the door, eyes naturally closed, as if she were asleep. But upon hearing the door open, she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of water from the bathroom that she opened her eyes, looked towards the bathroom direction, and was so angry her teeth clenched. She had thought it through; if Norman Bennett came in and talked to her, she wouldn’t stay angry. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Pulling up the quilt over her head, she decided to sleep! Half an hour later, the bathroom door opened, and the man came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, bringing a trace of mist with him. He circled the bed and carefully lifted the quilt on the other side. A flushed face was revealed, wrinkling the nose at being disturbed, even the rosy little mouth moved a couple of times. Clearly, this girl had fallen asleep. He admitted that she pretended to sleep quite realistically, but she couldn’t mimic how she looked when she was truly asleep. "Girl, still mad?" he gently brushed his index finger over the warm, soft face, as if talking to himself. Claire White had said she could eat it occasionally, and he’d taken note, but his little girl was frail, with a weak stomach, prone to getting tummy aches from careless eating. He just didn’t want to take that "risk." But if she wasn’t allowed to eat, the little girl would throw a tantrum and couldn’t be coaxed, like a porcupine with fluffed-up quills, needing gentle soothing. But he couldn’t bear to scold her either. At this moment, the little girl mumbled something unclear in her sleep. Seemed like she was dreaming of something. He gently smoothed the strands of hair that covered her face and planted a kiss on her forehead. The freshly washed hair hadn’t dried yet, and as he lifted his head, a drop of water fell between the hair strands, landing on the little girl’s cheek. The sleeping person scrunched her eyebrows. The sound of the hairdryer started in the living room, almost inaudible in the bedroom. Elliana, half-asleep, vaguely felt something pecking at her lips, very softly, and instinctively reached out. It felt fuzzy and a bit prickly, she abruptly opened her eyes, realizing she had grabbed Norman Bennett’s hair. Because the curtains weren’t drawn, there was enough light in the room without the lamps on, allowing her to clearly see the man’s face, very close. At this moment, she was nestled in Norman Bennett’s arms, slightly looking up, with a blank expression. "You’re awake?" The man gave a slight smile, his gaze falling on her lips briefly before returning to her eyes. She instinctively nodded, giving a soft uh, sounding both gentle and a bit dull-witted. Only after several minutes of speechlessness did she forcedly become a bit more awake. Today Norman Bennett seemed very gentle, which she liked very much. However...there was still a strange feeling she couldn’t put her finger on. She kept feeling like she’d forgotten something. Norman Bennett used his thumb to wipe her lower lip lightly and softly asked, "Do you want to get up?" However, at that moment, the little girl in his arms suddenly glared at her fiercely, then shrank away like a marmot. Finally shaking free from his "hold" and crawled up from the foot of the bed. Elliana rubbed her messy hair, snorted at the man, and headed to the bathroom. She almost forgot, they were still in a fight! When she came out, because she opened the door forcefully and walked out hastily, she bumped right into Norman Bennett’s arms. Norman Bennett quickly held her in his arms and rubbed her head while looking down at her. By this point, the man’s expression had lost its previous gentleness, returning to his usual cold demeanor. Honestly, she wasn’t that mad, it was just about a hotpot. Probably due to other causes, even though she could continue with the filming... Thıs content belongs to 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁 "Hmph!" She ducked down and scampered away like a prairie dog. Leaving the man standing there with an indifferent yet slightly raised eyebrow. She had to go to July Media early today to get prepared. Walking out of the elevator and stepping in, the prominent front desk caught her eye, with the large words July Media overhead. "Elliana, you’re here." Mumu had been waiting for Elliana by the front desk and grinned widely upon seeing her. The other two at the desk greeted her as well, she gave a slight nod in acknowledgment, after all, with several bodyguards around her, she had to maintain a bit of aloofness, right? The further inside she went, the fewer people there were in the company, since there wasn’t a need for many people yet. The decor featured white ceramic tiles with a faint marble pattern, with even the walls polished. It’s a very bright decor style. Her office was all the way inside, very spacious, though she rarely came. Maybe she could stay here tonight. The interview wasn’t for a while yet, Victor King was preparing in the conference room, and she didn’t need to rest, she could head straight over. Upon reaching the meeting room, Victor King had set it up pretty well, with a long table placed horizontally, and two chairs behind it. One for her and one for Victor King to sit. A chair was also placed opposite them for the interviewees, with bright lighting and enough space. Providing interviewees a great space to showcase themselves. "Elliana." Victor King greeted her, having already laid out all the documents on the table. It looked quite thick. Mumu mentioned there were quite a few interviewees today. Ten o’clock in the morning. The first interviewee arrived, a sweet-looking young man, with delicate features, red lips, and white teeth, pale as glowing cream. He didn’t look like he was wearing makeup, more like he was naturally so, with a Morgan-styled haircut, looking very sunny, his whole vibe making people feel comfortable. Even his attire was clean and neat, with a blue gradient loose shirt that had no wrinkles, sneakers well-suited for his age. He seemed freshly graduated, she’d already gone over his information in advance since he was the first, she had ample time to understand him. A graduate from an art school, having played supporting roles, usually as a scholar. Though he performed well, the role didn’t quite match his aura, this vibe was better suited for playing a wealthy young master, both sunny and handsome. Smiling like the warm sun of spring. Despite facing such a good-looking young man, Elliana felt no ripples in her heart, since there was a dazzlingly bright sun at home, no star could outshine him. "Hello, teachers." The young man bowed slightly towards her. She nodded slightly in acknowledgment, recent graduates tend to prefer and feel more comfortable addressing them as teachers. The young man began his self-introduction, "My name is Liam Liu, graduated last year from Changzhou Art Academy, with experience in group performances and supporting roles." After a round of Q&A, Elliana felt she had a grasp on Liam Liu’s persona. A very sunny boy, she had watched his supporting role clips, but still needed to test him with a prompt. The requirement was simple, to improvise as a wealthy young master, portraying his innocence and optimism, untouched by worldly affairs.