President’s Sweet Wife

Entering the office, Nathan sat down directly on the crinkled sofa opposite the desk.

Sitting behind his desk, Vicente shot him a look and didn’t speak.

His fingers were working on whatever had the keyboard clicking and tapping all over the place. Looked like he was typing something up.

Nathan didn’t disturb him. He sat there, legs crossed, lit a cigarette and waited.

After half an hour or so, Vicente stopped, stood, and poured himself a glass of water.

“What are you here for? Out with it!”

The blunt tone sent Nathan reeling, who snapped, “What, I can’t just stop by and see you?”

Vicente chuckled. “You wouldn’t be here for any reason but business.”

Nathan had no words. “…”

They were college classmates and had been friends from that time.

Both talented souls, they’d found things to appreciate about each other as they interacted.

It was just that, compared to Vicente, Nathan was more flexible in his dealings, so he’d made good after his debut. A few of his works had later become blockbusters, and now he was a hotshot director.

Vicente was different. He’d had his chance early on, but his temper had got him in trouble with someone big, and he ended up ostracized.

All these years, even with Nathan helping him, he’d never found a good chance.

Nathan knew what his friend was like, so he wasn’t really angry.

He tossed the documents in his hands onto the desk, muttering, “There are some advertisements from the investors. Take a look.”

Vicente shot it a look and didn’t even flip through it. He just grunted without following up.

Seeing that, Nathan found himself thoroughly annoyed.

you personally and you’re here looking like you’re above this business! There is an investor, so can you rein it

get mad at the

picked up the paperwork and leafed through it

he tossed it to the side like he was done with

got it. I’ll do

Nathan was speechless. “…”

personality. I’m not asking for much. We can’t go with Victoria for the female lead this time. But every other normal person is staying

twitching. Then, very

“I’ll keep waiting!”

to pick up the ashtray and

afford to wait? What if the investors leave? Who’re you going to get to

Vicente didn’t reply.

was starting to

his friend, but he had to

he even

cruel, Vicente. It took you so much trouble to refine the script. You can’t be content watching it waste away in your hands, right? With a subject like this, it might be fine for these couple of years, but another couple years later, no one’s going to pay attention to it. What then? Think about your dreams; are you willing to stay cooped up here forever? Is making a bit

rock-carved mask of a face

razor sharp lips finally parting under

out the actress, but I don’t want Jessica

out his

a good

“Then who is?”

“Dunno.”

“You—”

from the sofa. Rubbing his temples, he shook

doing it. Let’s see what you’re

took his clothes

he took one step out the door, Vicente’s

“Lend me your computer.”

around and yelled in a rage, “No! Don’t you have one? Why do you have to use

“Mine’s broken.”

turned the monitor around to