ed in the VIP seat because aside from receiving an award for his performance in an action mov

or commitments. So Beckett ended up being alone in

e checked his phone from time to time, not just to see what other artists w

income from that wouldn't be enough to sustain his luxuries and desires. When comparing his e

ight feel suffocated at times, unable to show his true emo

connections he could establish as a model. T

of his thoughts when someo

Her long black hair was tied up, still the ends reaching he

cing away from him, not even gettin

smooth and delicate the woman's neck was, how swee

to himself, trying to contain all t

singly asked her, causing the woman to qu

e saw that the woman was ev

. Her nose was sharp, and her cheeks and lips had a rosy hue. At that momen

specially since the attention of most reporters was on him. He didn't w

ry, sir Be

at on him with her body facing him. Vivianne gasped as she felt som

organizers of the awarding s

erious tone before shifting his gaze t

aw that everyone's attention was on her and Beckett. She qui

g to suppress his smile, but his gaze never left Vivianne. His attenti

before pointing at the

nderstand what he meant. She furrowed her br

t Vivianne couldn't hear it. "The reporters would be here in less than a m

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d to gaze after her until she disappeared backstage. He wanted to keep look

ople who acted foolishly, and that was the chara

bout the girl who sat on his lap. They wondered if she was one of his des

Beckett answered. "I let her be since it wasn't intentional, and the girl l

it intentionally, but because she wa

thrilled, while others, especially the female reporters, felt jealou

to the press..." he said, grinning widely. He also licked his

f conversation with the reporters for the sake of a stupid girl. Even though Fiona called o

again or not. Until now, he was annoyed by her gentle and calm

ie actor award...

ted him with a round of applause. The sound was loud, but Beckett suddenly st

he had suddenly changed his mood, while others were capt

se, he could h

he wouldn't have heard it over the noise. He cou

is mind was playing tricks on him because he was determined t

y,

d the side of the stage and whispered as if she was waking Beckett fr

r. Her face looked sour and worried, but when she saw

. Before she knew it, she was tapping the stage frequently to wake Beckett up. Viviann

ression and continued walking until he reached the sta

I had a light headache as I just ca

aid that. He smiled before delivering a memorize

ave a lot to learn, but thank you for believing in me," Beckett said as one of the hosts hande

upon hearing what he said. They almost worshiped him, especi

he secrets behind Becke

immediately went to the Dweller

when he arrived at the laboratory where the

knew how to create drugs. One of his friends also hel

d of the drug processing team, replied. "We just

n't tolerate stupidity, do you understand

es. He owned one of the largest drug warehouses and was a

his top clients were actors and models. If someone recognized him, h

d him under his alias "Mob,"

ouldn't

aded to a high-end bar. He wore a face mask and a black cap as a disguise. His ma

red as he scanned the place, looking for the best w

man sitting at the counter, casually

Beckett furrowed his brow as he