Chloe Winston went back to her room and skimmed through the script Kyla Zamora had sent over. She did some math on her little private stash; after buying the house, renovating it, and paying the penalty for the variety show, the only money she had left was the pay from the latest film she'd shot. All in all, it barely added up to six million.
She understood the saying "sit around and you'll eat through a mountain," and being with Constantine Stewart also came with more pressure. She didn't want to rely on him for everything, so making a comeback to film and earn money was the top priority.
When Constantine walked in wearing pajamas, he saw the little girl sprawled under the covers, looking at the script. She read as she nodded off, her head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice, eyes practically unable to stay open.
