"The biggest risk in life is a brave challenge. If you're scared, you've already lost." The car window was up, and Chloe was looking at the bright neon lights not too far ahead, speaking with a nonchalant air.
"What's a little setback like this? What your mom gave you is enough to protect you. It's a tool to help you move forward and, when necessary, your strongest weapon to protect yourself." Jeanette's eyes flickered intensely, her hand gripping the seatbelt tightened. She bit her lip hard, tears welling up in her eyes again.
From silent tears to quiet sobs, then to loud cries.
Chloe didn't say anything anymore. The whole car was filled with longing and guilt for her mother, repentance for her past arrogance and willfulness. She had suppressed helplessness and grievances, but now she let out all her emotions in the most primal and instinctive way, and there was no more cowardice or fear.
The car slowly stopped in front of Jeanette's villa. Looking at the home her mother had left her, Jeanette felt a pang of heartache!
Chloe, one hand on the steering wheel, turned to look at her. Her eyes were red and swollen, but her face flushed, albeit from crying until she was oxygen-deprived.
"Go home, take a bath, don't catch a cold." Chloe said.
Jeanette didn't move.
Chloe squinted, quietly watching her.
After a while, Jeanette sniffled and held back her tears. After another while, she took a deep breath and turned to look at Chloe. She asked, "Can you help me?"
Chloe was indifferent, her lips curling slightly, "Starting to rely on me now, are you?"
Jeanette shook her head without hesitation, "I want to start over, get back what belongs to me and try harder. I want to move toward my dreams and prove to my mother that I'm her pride. Ms. Summers, the current situation is not in my favor, I need an agent who can strategize for me! We could be mutually beneficial, I have value. If you can help me through this crisis, I promise, I will not only give you the recognition you deserve but also make you a lot of money!"
A glint flashed in Chloe's eyes, she smiled slightly. Her slender fingers were lightly tapping on the steering wheel, seemingly contemplating something.
Inside the villa, the environment didn't look like a girl's residence at all.
The entire living room, the coffee table, the cabinet, the TV, flower pots, were filled with pieces of paper and crumpled up balls of paper. Guitars, violins, flutes, pianos, and various small musical instruments were scattered around, some of which Chloe couldn't even name.
However, the level of mess was as if someone had broken in and robbed the place.
"Sorry, it's a bit messy here," Jeanette said, starting to pick up the papers on the floor.
"You should go take bath and change clothes first." Chloe suggested.
Jeanette glanced at her, was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly stopped. Then she turned to look at her up and down, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Do you want to join me for a bath?"
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