The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith-Chapter 1038
Chapter 1038: 484 Return to Beijing_2 Chapter 1038: 484 Return to Beijing_2 ——
“Sullivan, come home.
Grandpa misses you, and Dream misses you too.”
Anton Cook’s pen paused, the characters whirling beneath its tip, in a flurry that no one else in the world could probably understand apart from him.
At that moment a call came in: “I’m taking a call.”
“Sullivan, we’ve only got three days before the final joint rehearsal.
How am I going to report to Director Bartholomew if you don’t come back?
I’ve already bought your plane ticket.
It’s at three o’clock this afternoon.
I wonder if we could set off for the palace.
...
I will wait for you at the airport.” On the phone, Keanu Ledger’s tone was very humble, practically grovelling at Anton’s feet.
Anton Cook raised an eyebrow, “You accepted the Spring Festival Gala invitation on my behalf without my consent.
Now that you’re so capable, why don’t you perform?”
“My ancestors, you said you didn’t want to do the Spring Festival Gala.
I rejected all the invitations from Director Bartholomew on your behalf in the past two years.
Do you know how much that offends people?
We shouldn’t offend the people who pull all the strings in Lostswa, if you still want to work in this circle.
Director Bartholomew specifically invited us again this year.
If I were to refuse again, we would completely offend them.
Countless people would kill for this opportunity that you intentionally dismiss.
Director Bartholomew puts in a lot of effort.
Knowing that you’re releasing a new album and don’t have much time, he gives you the green light all the way, trying to squeeze your dress rehearsal into three days.
He truly appreciates you and wants to work with you.
Could you please reconsider?”
No agent could do more than this.
Year after year, the invitation was always rejected.
If he were Director Bartholomew, he would’ve been livid already.
But this year, the invitation comes again unabated—refusing such sincerity is hardly justifiable.
Silence on the other end.
Keanu Ledger gritted his teeth, and played his trump card.
“I have insider info: Aubree Groove will also participate in this year’s Spring Festival Gala.”
Anton Cook suddenly sat up straight: “What did you say?”
A sly, triumphant smile spread across Keanu Ledger’s face.
He cleared his throat, “Alright, since you’re not interested, I won’t force you.
I will decline Director Bartholomew’s invitation.
Offending people is inevitable, I suppose.
As long as you’re happy!”
“Wait, be clear with me…”
The person on the other end hung up swiftly, leaving Anton fuming in frustration.
When Anton Cook was leaving with his luggage, he ran into Aubree Groove, who was also leaving with a suitcase.
Anton Cook was stunned: “You…you’re going on a trip?”
Aubree was followed by Hellena Groove and Titi Groove, both looking reluctant to part.
“Aubree, you must come back soon.”
She stroked the heads of the two, “Behave yourselves at home, take care of the little one, and call me if you need anything.
I’ll be back soon.”
“Yes, take care of yourself.”
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Hellena Groove approached Anton Cook, looking up at him and asking, “Brother Curve, are you going back to Lostswa?”
Anton stroked her head: “Yes, I can’t spend New Year with you.”
“That’s perfect, Aubree also needs to go to Lostswa.
Promise me you will take care of Aubree?”
Anton smiled, “Alright, I promise.”
In the underground garage, Kelly Martinez was waiting in her car.
Seeing Anton, Kelly took off her sunglasses, smirked, “Little superstar, we meet again.
You’re returning to Lostswa, I assume.
It’ll be great.
We could travel together.
We aren’t familiar with Lostswa.
You’ll have to take care of us.”
Anton, now very well versed in dealing with Kelly’s sarcasm, put their suitcases into the trunk of the car, opened the rear door to see Raquel Webb, she awkwardly waved, “hello.”
Anton Cook returned the greeting and obediently took the passenger seat.
Kelly steered the vehicle out from the dark underground garage.
A sliver of sunlight streamed in, causing a brief moment of dizziness.
The phone rang, breaking the silence within the car.
Hearing the ringtone, Anton Cook subconsciously froze.
She hadn’t changed that ringtone.
Aubree took her phone out of her bag smoothly, glanced at it, and placed it to her ear.
“You’re going to Lostswa?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go with you.
The situation there is complicated, and someone might harm you.”
“No need, I can handle it.”
On the other end of the line, Agave Rinto pursed his lips and reluctantly hung up.
She’s always that cold.
Anyone who tries to approach her heart will experience a bone-chilling feeling.
