What should she do?

She was on the precipice of stardom, her name Lighting up billboards, thanks to Brian.

She couldn't afford to lose it all now!

A sudden rap on the door pulled her back to reality. The assistant's voice seeped in from the other side.

“Eleanor, are you okay?"

Eleanor took a deep breath, smoothed her disheveled hair, and forced a calm demeanor. Opening the door, she Lied, "I just have a stomachache."

Moira, her assistant, looked concerned.

"Is it serious? Should we see a doctor?"

Eleanor frowned, "Let's head back first."

She had yet to chart her path. For now, she had to leave this place.

Bidding farewell to the others, she exited the private room, her mind wandering.

A casual glance revealed Brian, standing tall and lean by the railing, a distant look in his eyes. The vivid lights only added to his charismatic allure.

As Eleanor watched him, a daring thought sprouted within her.

What if Brian thought the unborn child was his? Would he propose marriage?

Positioned by the railing, Brian was about to return to the private room.

As he pivoted around, he found himself facing Eleanor.

“Mr. Hughes."

Eleanor approached him, her face adorned with a captivating smile.

Thinking of his recent dispute with Rosalynn that arose due to Eleanor,

Brian couldn't help but adopt a sour expression.

He averted his gaze and made strides forward.

Eleanor was taken aback as he dismissed her, leaving her standing alone.