Thunder rumbled in the distance as a plane slowly descended and rolled to a stop on the tarmac.

People streamed out of the cabin in a steady flow, making the scene a bit dizzying.

Right in the middle of the crowd, a girl in an off-white dress and a white baseball cap wheeled her suitcase along, scanning the area.

"Olivia, over here!" A good-looking guy leaning against a white Porsche waved the moment he spotted her.

"Eric? You had time to pick me up today? No filming?" Olivia handed over her suitcase and slid into the car.

Eric tossed her luggage into the trunk, then got in, started the engine with a twist of the key, and they pulled onto the freeway.

Traffic flowed steadily in both directions. Eric glanced at Olivia, who was resting her eyes in the passenger seat, and smiled.

"I haven’t wrapped up my shoot yet. I’ll head back after dropping you off."

"Thanks," came her soft reply from those rose-colored lips.

"Come on, do we really need to say thank you between us?"

"Alright, alright." Olivia opened her eyes, bright and clear. "Did you take care of what I asked?"

"Of course. That villa of yours sold for 5.76 million. I’ve already transferred the money to your account. You should’ve received it."

"Yeah, I got it. But... did you find me a place? Where am I staying now?" Olivia tilted her head curiously.

"I bought an apartment for you. It’s not huge, but you’ll probably like it."

"Perfect. If I’d been left homeless, I would’ve just crashed at your place."

"It’s not like I’d say no. But you’d definitely remind me I’m a public figure now, got to watch my image, can’t give people something to gossip about."

"Exactly."

The white Porsche turned into the apartment complex and came to a smooth stop. Olivia got out, took a look around, then turned to Eric.

"Nice. The place looks great. You clearly put thought into this."

"As long as you're happy. Let’s head up."

"Yeah, let’s check out the apartment."

When the elevator reached the right floor, the two stepped out. Eric pulled out the key and opened the door, wheeling her suitcase straight into the room he’d set up for her.By the time he came out, Olivia Sterling had already finished checking out the whole apartment. Everything was ready—furniture, kitchen supplies, even the usual home stuff and appliances were all set up.

“Babe, thank you,” Olivia reached out, gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, then leaned into his arms. “You really went above and beyond.”

“Silly girl, who else would I do all this for if not you?” Eric chuckled, gently ruffling her hair.

Eric, whose full name was Maverick Harris, was under Huayu Film Studios—a rising actor and Olivia’s current boyfriend.

“Alright, I’ve got to head out now. If I'm late, the director’s gonna shred me.”

“Okay, drive safe.” Olivia nodded. She was already grateful he made time for her today; messing up his schedule was the last thing she wanted.

Once Maverick’s Porsche drove out of the complex, Olivia slowly headed back inside, started unpacking bit by bit, and later curled up with her laptop to rewatch The Prince of Lanling.

She'd always been into history, which naturally drew her to period dramas and historical romance novels.

Her phone suddenly rang with a dramatic ringtone: “Jiaofang Hall, Longmen's Lament, petals falling like rain.” She reached over, lowered the volume, and picked up the call.

“Hey, Auntie Du. I’m back in the country—just got home.”

“You little rascal! Left Paris without a word and now you're dumping the mess on me?”

“Sorry, Auntie, seriously. But I had things to handle here. Speaking of which, any job openings at your company?”

“Let me think… I believe Matthew’s assistant quit just a few days ago. You could give that a shot.”

“Sure thing. But wait, didn’t his last assistant just leave? Don’t tell me he fired her again?” Olivia laughed mischievously.

Matthew Bennett had such a reputation—Olivia didn’t even know him personally, but back in Paris his stories were already legend. He was the type to go through a dozen assistants a month! More turnover than someone changing socks. His standards were sky-high too—beautiful face, good body, great taste, multi-skilled, and could drink like a fish.

On top of that, his sort-of girlfriend Emily Lowe was a total nightmare. She’d make life hell for any female assistant, so lasting even a month there was already a win.

“Alrighty then, thanks Auntie. I’ll head over to report in tomorrow.”