Savage Love On His Wheelchair

Chapter 052 Things Change, Let’s Roll with the Punches

Tina suddenly rushed to Rosemary’s side and sat down, then asked curiously, “Who is your

appointment today?”

Rosemary looked at the hot pot soup rolling up, and the top layer of pepper was very good-looking. The

delicious chili oil made her mouth water.

“Nathaniel’s manager, Tristan Barton. He called me today to talk about Nathaniel Meyer.” Rosemary

said as she ate the lamb.

Tina stared at Rosemary and said, “He won’t put you on the blacklist, will he?”

Rosemary stopped her chopsticks, thought for a moment and said, “He probably won’t! He just asked

me if I wanted to be a walk-on. If I say yes, I can report to him tomorrow.”

“I don’t think it’s that simple. There's nothing an agent in the entertainment industry hates more than

one of his artists having an affair with someone else. How could he still let you do a walk-on job?” Tina

analyzed it seriously.

Rosemary thought Tina’s explanation made sense. She had just had coffee with him and she thought

Tristan Barton was very sophisticated. Could he have some other motive?

“Tina, forget it. Things change, let’s roll with the punches. We finally got a chance to act, we’re going to

do it anyway.” Rosemary said with a firm look in her eyes.

“All right, well, we’ll see what he’s up to in tomorrow morning.” Tina agreed. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

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At the airport.

A woman in an orange dress was standing at the exit. Looking at the familiar land and streets in front of

her, Carina Clark couldn’t help feeling heartbroken.

Carrying a simple suitcase, Carin got into the car to the detention center.

The familiar roads and streets outside were no longer warm.

Half a month ago, her aunt called and said the company was closed. She said that her uncle was found

to be secretly laundering money, and now he had been detained in accordance with the law, and all his

assets were frozen.

When Carina heard the news, her head hit the ceiling. She never dreamed that her uncle would be

involved in money laundering. She had expected her aunt to come up with some money to make

arrangements for her uncle, but she had taken all the little money they had left.

Just the other day someone called her and said they could help her save her uncle, and she came

back right away.

As the car pulled up outside the detention center, Carina Clark dragged her suitcase to the visitors’

room and saw her uncle had aged a decade.

“Uncle, are you all right?” Carina cried as she picked up the phone next to her.

“Carina, what are you doing back here? Didn’t I pay off all your tuition for years? What are you doing

back here?” Andrew Clark yelled at Carina.

Carina felt like a knife in her heart when she saw her uncle, who had loved her so much since

childhood, become like this.

Her uncle treated her like her own daughter. In her heart, Andrew Clark was her father.

“Don't worry! I will find a way to clear your name and set you free.” Carina said with a firm look in her

eyes.

Andrew Clark looked at Carina with her steely eyes and feared she would violate her conscience. He

said, “I’ve been wronged, but I’m afraid you could be used by bad people, because we don’t know who

did this to us.”

Carina wiped her eyes and comforted him, saying, “You don’t have to worry about me, I know what I

have to do!”

“Time is up!” Came the clanging voice of the prison guard.

Watching Andrew Clark being led away, Carina felt more helpless than she had ever felt before.

Andrew Clark turned to Carina and yelled, “Carina, take care of yourself!”

Tears silently trickled down her cheeks, leaving Carina paralyzed in her chair.

Beeping…

Carina picked up her cell phone and saw the number displayed on it. She hurriedly pressed the call

button, “Hello?”

“Is that Miss Carina Clark?” Said a male voice.

Carina, her hand shaking slightly as she held the phone, choked up as she asked, “I am. Where are

you now?”

“I’ve sent a car to pick you up outside the holding facility, and he’ll drive you to where you’re staying.

When you’re ready, I’ll tell you how to save your uncle.” The caller then hung up.

Carina got up and dragged her luggage to the door when she saw a man dressed in black

approaching.

“Hello Miss Clark, the boss asked me to take you to your apartment, please get in the car!”

The man opened the door and Carina hesitated before getting in.

The car stopped at a housing complex. Carina looked at the houses, which were considered luxury in

Cornshire.

The driver took Carina to the 16th floor, opened the door and said, “Miss Clark, this is your residence.

I’d better go now. You can call me if you need anything. Here is my phone number.”

The driver handed her a business card with nothing on it but a phone number.

Tears welled up in Carina’s eyes as she closed the door and dragged her suitcase to her bedroom.

Rosemary and Tina walked around after eating hot pot yesterday and came back early.

She went home and chatted with The Old Mrs. Grant, then went back to her room to read.

Rosemary took out one of her favorite books and started reading it next to her bed. After a long time

she became sleepy, and she fell into a heavy sleep.

In the dream, the cold hands touched her smooth back as usual, and the cold lips sucked

unscrupulously on her neck, as if to rub her into his heart.

The next morning, Rosemary dragged herself to the bathroom. Looking at the spots on her body, she

looked quite depressed. Well, if it wasn’t Chad, then who was it?

After breakfast, Rosemary went to Tristan Barton’s office. As she walked into the lobby, a middle-aged

man came up to her and said, “Hello, Miss Harris! Mr. Barton asked me to take you to the set.”

“Okay!” Rosemary followed him to the set of a TV show.

He walked up and talked to a portly, middle-aged man and said, “Miss Harris, this is the director, Mr.

Young. You are working with him now, and Mr. Young will decide what role you will play according to

the script.”

Rosemary thanked the middle-aged man, turned to the director, smiled and asked, “Mr. Young, what

should I do now?”

The man named Mr. Young looked at Rosemary and said, “You’ll be the maid of the lady!”

“Jay, why don’t you get the script and show it to Rosemary?”

As soon as he finished, some people in the room looked at Rosemary strangely. There was even a

touch of pity in their eyes!