Darkstone Code-Chapter 813 - 811: Not All Efforts Are the Same

The girl looked down at herself and didn’t find anything wrong. It was her first time doing this, and it was somewhat uncomfortable and shy for her.

Shyness was the biggest difference between her and other girls. Just look at those around her, who would almost rather not wear any pants and hang directly on other people. The girl beside Lynch was still a bit shy.

She was once a proud person, which made her not know how to please a man.

Because all those boys, excellent or not, always revolved around her. She only had the experience of being flattered, not much experience in flattering others.

"I... I don’t know, Mr. Lynch!" The girl stood in front of Lynch, and Lynch moved his hand from her hair tips to her shoulder.

Her eyes showed a moment of struggle, instinctively wanting to evade, but reason kept her from doing so.

Beneath Lynch’s fingers, goosebumps formed, which was quite interesting.

"Let’s go somewhere else, there are too many people here..."

Lynch withdrew his arm, his right hand relaxed, with the thumb resting on the first knuckle of the retracted index finger, placed at waist level below the shoulder, roughly near the belt area, making his right arm naturally slightly bent, with the elbow outward, and the inner side of the elbow forming a triangle.

The girl naturally reached through his arm, her hand gently pressing on Lynch’s right forearm. This had almost become part of people’s life instincts.

How to place the hand, to what extent, seemed like it didn’t matter much, but actually, the people of the Federation were more rigidly particular about these things than the people of Gafura.

In Gafura, if you did something wrong, at most people would smile. In the Federation, if you did something wrong, they could put these small matters on the front page of the news!

Of course, it could also be said to be one of the few consumption methods for the public towards the upper class. Actually, from certain angles, there isn’t much difference between the Federation and Nagariel. Both societies have excellent social mechanisms that keep the lower class content with their status.

This house was large, and under the guidance of the butler, they found a secluded side hall with no one around.

Or it could be said that from the beginning, this side hall was prepared for Lynch.

Inside, there was a television, a small bar, and some prepared food on the table. The room even had a small door, and without guessing, one could know where the door led. Everything one could think of, they had thought of.

"Speaking of which, I haven’t asked, what’s your name?" Lynch walked to the bar and took out two glasses. The wine rack was a wall shaped like honeycombs, with a bottle of wine in each honeycomb.

One could see the designer put a lot of thought into this; the design was still considered very novel, without taking up too much space. Many people liked such wine racks.

"What would you like to drink?"

Lynch pulled out a bottle of wine, the amber liquid swaying in the clear glass bottle, occasionally colliding to produce some bubbles, which disappeared in a blink.

Opening the cap, a strong scent of alcohol emanated from the small bottle mouth.

He poured himself some, then looked at the girl.

The girl hesitated a bit, but eventually nodded. Drinking a little might be helpful for whatever was about to happen, "What you have in your hand is fine!"

Lynch, holding two glasses of wine, walked to the sofa and handed one over, "You still haven’t told me your name." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Nelly..." she said, holding the wine glass in both hands, with many small movements, clearly showing how nervous she was.

After saying her name, she took a small sip of the wine, blushing slightly afterward.

Apparently, the alcohol content was beyond Nelly’s imagination. Actually, it wasn’t that the alcohol content was too high; she just hadn’t drunk or rarely drank such strong alcohol before.

"Nelly?" Lynch repeated, sitting relaxed, sipping his wine, "It’s a beautiful name."

At this moment, one person was nervous, while the other was completely relaxed, like polar opposites.

Nelly kept holding the wine glass, seeming to find some security and relief for her nervousness in doing so.

She pursed her lips and suddenly asked, "Mr. Lynch..."

"You mentioned earlier that I still have some flaws. Do you know where they are?"

Lynch smiled, avoiding the topic, and instead talked about the girl’s entire journey to Laridemo, acting like a good listener, not interrupting her reflections on this period.

By the end, she seemed confused.

Sitting on the sofa, her whole state suddenly changed drastically, as if she... had an epiphany?

Having strived for so long, persisted for so long, now all that stood in front and her situation made all her previous perseverance meaningless, pale and powerless.

She even regretted coming from that not so developed small city to Laridemo in pursuit of her dream, and even more regretted being here, dressing herself up like a vulgar gift to be delivered into someone else’s hands.

She remained silent, saying nothing, while Lynch watched her expression, observed her bewildered state, finding this a very intriguing experience.

Her face doesn’t need major changes, no need to contort her features, just subtle changes in her pupils are enough to express a lot.

Observing someone is an interesting task, he didn’t disturb Nelly’s current "awakening," occasionally sipping some wine as if he was waiting for something.

Three or four minutes later, Nelly emerged from her long contemplation, feeling a bit down, "Sorry, I got distracted."

She hesitated a little; sometimes people’s self-awakening happens in just a moment!

At this point, Lynch began to speak, "Seeing you reminds me of another girl!"

Look, could there be anyone more dreadful or words more dreadful than these?

But then again, no matter how dreadful Lynch’s words were, the girl had to keep listening.

She didn’t interrupt, but Lynch smiled at her, interacting, "You definitely know her..."

"Who is she?" At this point, even if Nelly didn’t want things to proceed, she had to answer Lynch’s question; it’s a matter of politeness.

Lynch raised his eyebrows slightly, exuding a spirit of boldness, "Penny, you know, they call her..."

"The Queen of the New Generation!" Nelly immediately connected with Lynch’s words, finishing what he hadn’t said.

Since Penny’s relationship with Lynch was completely exposed, the topic of Penny has been circulating in this small circle ever since.

Many who envy her say she has no real ability; she just got famous and influential by getting into Lynch’s bed.

If there were no Lynch, or if she left him, she would be nothing!

A nineteen-year-old girl, what kind of acting could she do? Isn’t it all about flattering her for Lynch’s sake, thinking she’s truly the leading figure among new-generation actresses?

Nelly had heard such things countless times; she had watched several movies starring Penny herself and had to admit the girl had quite a talent for acting, but she was far from reaching the "Queen of the New Generation" kind of level!

What truly granted her such a title was Lynch’s omnipresent influence.

As long as Lynch slightly expressed his stance, Laridemo’s lofty production companies would, like the lowliest servants, lay the red carpet from their offices right to Penny’s door, kneeling at her feet to let her sign a massive contract.

Nelly was also jealous of Penny, having such good resources, almost all suitable scripts would inquire, to some extent, if she was willing to star before shooting.

People say that when she isn’t working, she has at least ten scripts waiting for her to choose from every day.

But then she thinks about herself, despite working and studying so hard, hasn’t even seen or touched a formal script.

At most, she squeezes onto the company’s bus with a group of people to head to the filming site. On arrival, the staff just tells them where to stand, what expressions and actions to make, and then they quickly flash in front of the camera before it’s over.

Many times, their faces don’t even have the chance to appear on the big screen, directly cut out.

Looking at Penny, now blazing hot, this is real life.

Unwilling?

Yes, unwilling.

Unfair?

Extremely unfair!

Lynch looked at her expression and smiled slightly, "You have a very fatal flaw; you are not resolute enough and can’t see the world clearly."

"Or perhaps, you’ve never truly pushed yourself; you always leave yourself a way out, which means you will never know your true potential."

Lynch had noticed this from the beginning. He placed the wine glass on the coffee table, "The phrase I hear most often is people complaining, ’I’ve worked so hard, why haven’t I succeeded?’"

"These people always feel the world is unfair to them, yet they haven’t realized that efforts are not equivalent."

Lynch’s tone was gentle and warm, yet cold and detached, with an aloofness likened to a deity looking down on the Human World, considering everything as merely his playthings.

He raised her hair dangling in front of her chest with his hand, lifted his fingertips, and gently touched her shoulder, "Are gold mines and iron mines equal in value?"

His gaze fixed on his fingertips, as they slowly moved downward, causing her body to tremble slightly, "The same effort, practicing acting in a closed room facing a mirror, you might not land a lead role in a year."

"Yet some people, just with a word, can get tired of playing the lead role."

"You might think this is the utmost unfairness, but how do you know that their efforts and dedication aren’t as much as yours?"

"The level of purity is different!"