Olivia Scott's current profession is a writer. She's only somewhat well-known, but Eric Bennett knows that within this year, Olivia Scott will write a workplace novel, and then rise to fame, joining the ranks of famous authors.

In his previous life, it was also thanks to Olivia Scott's help that he found a job as a publishing editor. Otherwise, as a junior college graduate, Eric Bennett would never have landed the position so smoothly.

Eric Bennett didn't sleep. He tossed and turned for a while, then propped up his head and turned to look at Aunt Lily. That mature, voluptuous female body was truly tempting. He swallowed pitifully, and Eric Bennett said expectantly, "Aunt Lily, aren't you going to sleep?"

Olivia Scott paused her writing slightly. "I get more inspiration at night. If things go well, I might write until morning. Mm, don't worry about Aunt Lily, just go to sleep yourself."

"Let's sleep together—oh, no, I mean, staying up late is bad for your health." Eric Bennett's cheeks, already pale from the effects of alcohol, flushed red. "You should rest earlier."

Olivia Scott frowned slightly as she put down her pen, paused for a moment, then picked it up again and continued writing, not responding to him. Eric Bennett clearly saw that Aunt Lily was sneaking glances at him out of the corner of her eye, with a slightly strange look in her gaze.

His mind was fuzzy, and knowing that Aunt Lily had seen through his thoughts, Eric Bennett didn't feel too embarrassed. He coughed lightly twice, quickly turned over, and went to sleep.

……

The next morning.

Eric Bennett, with a splitting headache, slowly opened his eyes. The blazing sunlight had already dyed the curtains golden.

Rubbing his temples, Eric Bennett looked around. The next moment, memories of last night surfaced in his mind, and Eric Bennett felt his face flush red in an instant. He slapped himself in annoyance, full of regret.

All that "I'll marry you," and "let's sleep together"—he remembered it all!

Oh no, oh no. Sigh, you embarrassing fool! How is he supposed to face Aunt Lily after this?

He lifted the towel blanket and sat up. Only then did Eric Bennett notice that Olivia Scott had fallen asleep at her writing desk, her head buried in her arms. That posture must be uncomfortable. Sigh, it's all his fault for causing her so much trouble.

Feeling guilty, Eric Bennett got up, not even bothering to put on his shoes, walked over to Aunt Lily's side, poked her shoulder, and gently called, "Aunt Lily, go sleep on the bed."

Olivia Scott slowly woke up, yawning, her sleepy eyes glancing at him. "Sober now? That's good. Mm, let me make you breakfast. What would you like to eat?" She forced her tired body to stand up.

"No, no, that's not necessary." Eric Bennett was deeply moved, waving his hands in refusal. "Yesterday was all my fault. Sigh, you should rest quickly. Sleeping like that is bad for your neck."

Olivia Scott smoothed her messy long hair. "Alright then, but next time, don't drink so much. It makes people worry."

Eric Bennett put on his shoes, nodding repeatedly. "Thank you, Aunt Lily. Sorry for troubling you yesterday."

"Heh, why be so polite with Aunt Lily?" Casually picking up a hair clip and pinning up her hair, Aunt Lily sat wearily on the edge of the bed. "I've always treated you like my own child." Eric Bennett couldn't help but feel that Olivia Scott's words had a deeper meaning, perhaps hinting that he shouldn't have any ideas about her.

……

A few steps back home, Eric Bennett opened his computer with a heavy heart and started checking his emails one by one.

With the move coming up, Eric Bennett had to think about money. However, he'd sent the script to BANDAI several days ago and still hadn't received a reply.

""DEATH-NOTE"" had already proven itself in practice; this anime had great potential. There was no way BANDAI wouldn't be interested.

Could it be that they wanted to produce it without his consent?

That couldn't be. BANDAI was a big company; they wouldn't lack that kind of integrity.

Then there was another possibility: maybe BANDAI hadn't received his email. Eric Bennett suddenly remembered that the script he sent was in Chinese. Not to mention whether anyone at Bandai could read Chinese, even whether the text could be sent properly was a problem. Often, emails between China and Japan would turn into garbled nonsense.

Eric Bennett didn't know Japanese, so he could only try to translate it with his half-baked CET-4 level English.

Chapter 11 Uncle

The next afternoon.

Uncle Mark Warren came over to visit.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair slicked back with wax, a briefcase tucked under his arm—a picture of a successful man.

When he was young, Uncle was a bit of a hooligan in this neighborhood. Later, he borrowed some money from relatives and friends and started his own freight company. These days, nothing is easy, especially running a company, but Uncle is smooth and clever, and bold too. Now that his company is on track, he's officially joined the ranks of the wealthy.

"Jie, brother-in-law, I'm here to mooch a meal."

"Where are the two of them?" Julia Warren, just home from work, smiled and asked, "Why didn't they come with you?"

Mark Warren poured himself a cup of tea, tipped his head back, and gulped it down, exhaling with a sigh. "The two of them went shopping in Xidan, said they'd eat out, and told me to handle my own meals." He tossed his bag onto the big bed in the inner room, then cheerfully leaned over to Eric Bennett, who was focused on typing at the computer, bending down to ask, "Hey, Little Eric, all that clacking—what are you up to?"

Evan Bennett, who was reading the newspaper, gave the paper a shake. "Him? What else can he do besides play games?"

Eric Bennett didn't like hearing that—he was busy with his career.