Charlie Lewis’s car was long gone, and since this place was so remote, I had no choice but to
walk home.
Car after car sped past me.
Charlie Lewis’s friends, who couldn’t stand me, stopped specifically to mock me.
“I’ve been disgusted by your sycophantic behavior for ages. Always trying to steal him when Karen isn’t looking, you shameless thing!”
“Just focus on being a good assistant, and stop daydreaming!”
After saying that, he deliberately blasted me with exhaust fumes.
I took out a wet wipe to clean my face, wiping away the tears as I did.
I didn’t deliberately steal anyone.
When I transmigrated into this romance novel, Karen Lynn had already abandoned Charlie
Lewis and left the country to get engaged to the male lead, Zack Reaves.
The System told me that a 100% capture rate would not only completely change his
inevitable death, but also allow me to take four million back home.
This is the third time I’ve tried to win him over.
The first time, Charlie Lewis was trapped in a fire caused by a mistake by the production
crew, and I risked my life to save him.
And when he woke up, he’d forgotten everything and even treated me like the culprit,
blasting me online.
The second time I tried to win him over, he agreed to marry me, and I diligently planned for
over six months.
On our wedding day, Karen Lynn called him, crying, and he immediately abandoned me.
I could have blamed all of this on my measly sixty percent capture rate.
But this time, even at ninety–nine percent, I still couldn’t escape being reset to zero.
The System comforted me, saying I could at least go home in ten days.
However, because I came against the natural order, I’ll suffer a little Backlash before I can go
home.
I forced a bitter smile, fighting back the urge to cry.
I’ve been tormented for so long trying to please him. What’s a little more at this point?
Because Charlie Lewis had a shoot the next day, I rushed to the set early to prepare.
I’m going home now, and I don’t want to be a burden to anyone.
Charlie Lewis was late. I called him for an hour, but he didn’t answer.
The director didn’t dare yell at Charlie Lewis, so he took it out on me.
“You’re his assistant! Shouldn’t you have coordinated with him beforehand?”
But I clearly discussed everything with Charlie Lewis yesterday.
I bowed repeatedly in apology, frantically sending WeChat messages to Charlie Lewis, asking when he would arrive.
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asking when he would arrive.
I was subconsciously worried about his career.
70%
This role was crucial for him; a good performance could finally win him the Best Actor award
he’d been chasing for four years.
Besides, the director was a famous industry heavyweight. Crossing him wouldn’t end well.
While I was pacing anxiously, I found out that Charlie Lewis had just messaged the director, saying he had something come up and was taking the day off.
He has a solid reputation and considerable clout in the industry, so the director immediately believed him and agreed.
But the production crew had already incurred losses, and the Director sent the bill to the
Agent, demanding compensation.
When the Agent found out, she blamed everything on me, immediately docking three
months‘ pay to teach me a lesson.
She even posted about it in the company group chat, where Charlie Lewis is, as a warning to
others.
Charlie Lewis didn’t defend me; he just remained silent.
Soon after, Karen Lynn posted on her Moments.
The photo showed them holding hands.
“Hehe, I said I was bored, and the future Lewis the Star lied and took a day off to hang out
with me.”
Comments quickly appeared below.
“Now that’s what I call a match made in heaven!”
“Wishing you two happiness forever! Let’s hope that bitch Shirley Chow doesn’t try to weasel
her way in again.”
“Tsk, so what if she tries to weasel her way in? She couldn’t win Charlie over in four years.
What a loser.”
Charlie only replied to Karen Lynn: “I’ll do anything, as long as it makes you happy.”
He openly flaunted his affection for Karen, completely ignoring the insults directed at me.
I couldn’t help but text him, demanding an explanation.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were taking time off? I’m not just your assistant, I’m your
girlfriend.”
He replied quickly.
“You’re just an assistant. I don’t need to tell you everything in advance.”
Just an assistant, huh?
For Karen Lynn, he, who never took leave before, suddenly took three days off and now wants to distance himself from me.
Of course, nothing and no one is more important than Karen Lynn.
I couldn’t be bothered to reply and deleted all his information from my phone.
I can’t deal with this anymore. I’m going to resign.
