Behind the car, Molly saw him. She stood there dazed, staring blankly as the gray Cullinan slowly drove away. Her face was drenched in rain and confusion. She knew all too well the vast gulf between them.

One was the second son of the Sanders Group, the president of Fowlerlotte Tech Co. with a status worth billions.

Meanwhile, Molly was just a small-time actress.

They were as far apart as clouds and mud. Not to mention, she carried a past full of stains that couldn’t be washed away, no matter how hard she tried.

Molly was lost in her thoughts, and the director’s angry roar jolted her back. “Do you not want to finish filming? Dragging your feet like this! If you acted better, we wouldn’t have to keep redoing the scene!”

Scarlett quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, although she knew exactly what was going on. The director wanted to have sex with Molly, but she refused, so now he was deliberately making things difficult for her.

Sometimes, Scarlett couldn’t he