Because she still had to put on a show for Darnell, Cierra eventually signed two agency contracts with V Group. One was formal, and the other was a personal contract for Basil. It stated that once the task of the love manager was completed, Cierra had the right to unconditionally terminate this personal performance contract. However, if any drama was being filmed halfway, it must be completed before termination. During this period, her salary would be paid as usual. As a boss, Basil was absolutely competent because the pay he offered Cierra was quite high for a newcomer.
That day, to celebrate the signing, Darnell invited Cierra to his home for dinner. Naturally, he also invited another shareholder, Basil. However, because Basil's current drama was in its final stages, he agreed to come but only after finishing his work. And when he finished, it was often uncertain when that would be, so Darnell didn't really expect him to show up.
Cierra sat in Darnell's living room, watching a tall, gentle figure busily moving around in the kitchen. She asked Darnell embarrassedly, "Will Zander handle everything alone?"
"Don't worry, Zander loves cooking, and his skills are excellent." Darnell looked tenderly at the man's figure. At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa with Cierra, drinking beverages.
"You're so lucky to have found such a good man," Cierra said sincerely from the bottom of her heart.
She had recently encountered a man as full of masculinity as Zander. The difference was that Zander's thoughtful attentiveness was solely for Darnell, while the other man couldn't wait to pour his searing hot pheromones into Lettie's body.
She shivered, shaking off the goosebumps. She didn't want to think more about what happened after she left the private club, where those two were still stretching and exercising. She just felt a bit sorry for Basil.
"Zander is indeed great, both gentle and considerate, and he also suits me in that aspect." Darnell was a straightforward person, especially when it came to his private life. He never shied away from discussing it in front of Cierra; it just depended on whether Cierra understood or not.
"In what aspect?"
"In bed, you dummy!" Cierra took a sip of juice and spat it back into the cup upon hearing the word "bed." She was suddenly grateful she hadn't put the cup down too quickly.
Her face turned red, and she could only stammer in a low voice, "Yeah... yeah!" Luckily, Zander announced that dinner was ready, which somewhat alleviated her discomfort.
As they walked to the dining room, Darnell stared at her and asked, "You have no experience, right?"
Cierra's face turned pale, then red. Given the previous context, she understood what Darnell was asking—whether she had experience in that area. She blushed fiercely and pushed him toward the dining room, saying, "Come on, let's eat. I'm starving and can't wait to taste Zander's cooking."
Darnell showed a knowing smile. Even the blind could see her innocence. He gave her a meaningful look, his mind beginning to whirl.
The three of them relished the feast. Zander proved to be quite the skilled chef. The table was laden with American favorites: succulent pulled pork, crispy Buffalo wings, juicy pot roast, and a hearty beef stew, each dish complemented by sides of corn on the cob, steamed broccoli, and creamy mashed potatoes, all presented so appealingly that it was hard to resist diving in. Zander also uncorked a bottle of his cherished wine. Aware of her low alcohol tolerance, Cierra limited herself to a few sips, but the effects came on strong after eating. Consequently, Darnell escorted her to the balcony for some refreshing air, while Zander took to the task of tidying up the kitchen without a murmur of complaint.
"Darnell, you're really so lucky. Your life is so perfect. Did you save the entire universe in your past life? You don't know how miserable I am. I transmigrated into a book and found out I'm just a supporting character. A supporting character! Do you know what that is?" Cierra said, crying and laughing. Darnell only needed one look to know she was drunk because her nonsensical state was almost identical to how Zander acted when he was drunk.
"What do you mean by transmigrated? I don't understand," Darnell was puzzled by the term "transmigrated," but he guessed that Cierra might have misunderstood her role in Basil's new film, thinking she was a supporting character. So he quickly explained, "No, the younger sister in the new drama is the main character. You misunderstood."
"I'm not talking about that. Anyway, I'm just a supporting character. Boohoo, why am I so unlucky? I want to be the main character too!" Cierra, half-drunk, was a bit confused but not entirely unclear, so she could still respond to Darnell's words, albeit in a mismatched conversation.
"Why do you think that way? In life, everyone is a supporting character in someone else's story, but in their own limited life, they are definitely the main character," Darnell skillfully cupped Cierra's cheeks, looking into her eyes and affirming word by word, "and you have the absolute control to turn a supporting character into a main character."
Cierra seemed to understand, staring at Darnell with drunken eyes and asking, "Really? So I can be the main character too?"
"You are the main character, kid. You're so outstanding and cute, who wouldn't like you?" Darnell's words were like a charm, leading Cierra to nod unconsciously.
He continued, "What do you think about Basil? He's devoted, handsome, and wealthy. Have you considered making him the male lead in your life—" Before he could finish, Darnell heard a thump.
It was the sound of Cierra's head hitting the balcony table.
"......"
He was only halfway through his point, and this woman had fallen asleep?
