The Millionaire Supporting Actress

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Today was Wednesday, the day to accompany the big star.

Since being hired as a stand-in by a certain wealthy person, I had expanded my financial resources and learned to actively seek out wealthy individuals.

That day, when he was rejected by my sister at the door, I saw him standing in the rain like a wooden statue on the second floor. Feeling sorry for him, I went to give him an umbrella. As a result, he became one of my clients through this interaction.

The big star had a good look. He looked just like the BJD doll that my sister bought, very pleasing to the eye.

He sang exceptionally well and could also write songs. The new songs he wrote for my sister were all listened to by me.

Every time he finished performing, I would give him my wholehearted praise and compliments, which he couldn't get from my sister.

My sister can only say, "Sorry, Richard, I've been too busy with work these days. I will listen to it later."

Or she would add a polite compliment later, saying, "Richard, you're really amazing."

And that was it.

Richard came to my sister very often. Every time he got frustrated, he would go to the pubs and get drunk. Then when he got drunk, he hugged me and called my sister's name for comfort.

Later, he simply hugged me and called my sister's name to make me praise him.

My sister's name was Claudia, and my name was Claire. Sometimes it was hard to hear clearly when he spoke the name fast, but I knew he was calling for my sister.

Although we had the same father but different mothers, I was a love daughter. Maybe I was brought back because my father suddenly had a conscience.

But I was not well treated by anyone in my new home except for my father.

Sigh... difficult situation.

Richard fell asleep in my arms without knowing when. My work for today was also coming to an end. I would find an empty room in his apartment to stay for a night later, and tomorrow I would serve another man for Thursday.

I tried to move him away from my legs gently, but my phone popped up with a message at an inappropriate time.

I swallowed nervously.

Fortunately, Richard just frowned.

I continued to push him away, but unexpectedly he opened his eyes.

"Whose message?" He said sleepily, "It's already too late."

"No, just my phone is out of service, and I need to top up," I said nervously.

Richard made a sound of agreement, turned around, and hugged my waist again, which meant he didn't want me to leave.

He buried his head in my arms again, his voice muffled, "Don't leave tomorrow and stay with me. I'm free for the next few days."

I was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

I turned off the vibration reminder on my phone, and the person on the other side kept sending messages to remind me not to be late tomorrow, and that he would take me to have lunch.

He also sent many pictures of dishes, asking me what I wanted to eat, which restaurant to go to, and where I wanted to go in the evening...

I didn't know how to reply or explain to him, because I had also stood him up last week. He had been waiting since last Wednesday until now.

It was not good to stand him up again.

The person on the other end of the conversation seemed to suddenly realize something before I could reply.

Yann: [Can't you go out tomorrow either?]

I hesitated and typed out these words, [I will try to make some time and give you an accurate message before 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Sorry.]

He replied quickly.

Yann: [Is it because I gave Claudia a gift last time that you were unhappy?]

I was stunned.

“What gift?”

I didn't understand his meaning, nor did I understand which time he was referring to. I didn't understand why he would think I would be jealous.

I was still thinking about how to explain to him that I couldn't go out, when another message came in.

Yann: [That gift was booked for her a long time ago, and I forgot that.]

Yann: [Can I buy you a better watch tomorrow?]

Watch?

Oh, I remembered.

It seemed like it happened almost a month ago. At that time, we were playing mobile games. He had died in the game for too many times and was a really terrible gamer, so I took his phone and tried to help him pass that level. However, at this moment, a notification came in that a gift had arrived at his home.

I just finished replying that I was not jealous and wanted to type something else, but Richard took away my phone.

I was suddenly shocked.

Holding my breath, I watched as Richard didn't even lift their head and casually tossed my phone to the side of the pillow. Only then did I finally exhale in relief.

"It's late. Stop playing with your phone and go to sleep," he patted my back, signaling me to lie down as well. "When I'm not around, what time do you usually go to bed?"

I lay down and said, "Around twelve o'clock."

He pulled me into his arms and breathed into my neck, "Then go to bed at eleven from now on."

I naturally agreed obediently.

Although I promised, I couldn't do it.