“You're too blunt! It's a bit embarrassing.”

Rosalynn responded, "I've never written scripts before. I wouldn't want to tarnish your film and TV reputation. But I can have a try, assisting with the main scriptwriter."

People didn't have to stay the same throughout their lives.

Given the opportunity to explore a different career path, she was open to giving it a shot.

"You've got a deal! The author of the novel is involved in the scriptwriting. We've got another exciting stunt to build anticipation!

I'm confident your fans will support you."

Her tone brimmed with enthusiasm, and Rosalynn felt the same way.

She wished for her friend to recover from the anguish caused by Barlow's death as swiftly as she could.

They were having a phone conversation when Brian returned.

Dressed in a crisp white shirt and sleek black suit pants, his elegance and air of distinction shone even in the sunlight.

The construction foreman extended a greeting, but Brian merely responded with an apathetic nod.

However, his demeanor visibly softened when his gaze landed on Rosalynn.

He approached Rosalynn and gave her a hand after she hung up. Then, he assisted her in brushing off the non-existent dust from her clothes.

“Are you feeling weary? Why are you sitting here, savoring the breeze?"

Rosalynn smiled.

"I enjoy the feel of the natural breeze."

Brian assisted her in tidying up her messy hair.

“Who was on the phone? Lyndon?"

Rosalynn found Brian was really possessive.

Finding it amusing yet not replying, Rosalynn showed him her recent calls.