Chapter 14: Who Are You, Exactly?_1

Olivia's tone gradually became serious: "You should know what's most important to you right now. Actresses your age all claim to be single, but you, having a daughter on your own abroad and coming back, I'm helping you keep it a secret. If you dare to let any pretty boy cling to you, it will affect your career in the entertainment industry. You know how fast this circle eliminates female stars."

Suzanne didn't try to explain any further, only nodding: "I know."

Olivia glanced in the direction of the bed, noticing signs that someone had slept on it during the day. She became even more certain that this silly girl might have been deceived by a pretty boy, and he was actually still sleeping in her home during the daytime.

She walked straight to the bathroom with a stern face, but didn't go in, only saying in the direction of the bathroom: "Our Suzanne is joining a new film crew next week. The new film will take a long time, and the work is heavy. It's not easy for a single mother like her taking care of her daughter while working on the set. These days, don't think that every female star has a wealthy sponsor. Please have some conscience and find someone else to cheat."

After that, she glared at Suzanne, who was about to say something but stopped: "Cut it off before you join the film crew!"

Suzanne: "...Olivia, you really misunderstood."

Olivia didn't want to listen and walked straight out.

Suzanne hurriedly went to send her off. After sending her out of the door and returning to the master bedroom, she saw that he had already come out of the bathroom. But due to the severity of his injuries, he was moving slowly, just walking out of the bathroom door.

In the instant their eyes met, Suzanne felt a bit awkward: "Olivia is just sharp-tongued, and besides, you heard that she misunderstood. She wasn't scolding you, so don't mind it."

It was indeed a misunderstanding, so Mason King didn't feel anything. After a brief silence, he asked coldly, "Actress? Female star?"

Suzanne didn't expect him to suddenly sound so skeptical and stared at him in confusion: "What?"

Mason King didn't continue on, turning around and walking back to the bed. He left her with his back and indifferently threw out a sentence: "Doesn't look like it."

Suzanne: "...?!"

"If I lived in the city center, renting a luxury apartment, wearing the latest designer clothes, carrying a Himalayan Birkin, traveling in luxury cars, and constantly making headlines, would I seem like one then?" Olivia's meddling had ignited some anger in her.

Mason King calmly sat back down on the bed, picked up the razor, and casually turned it on. It was as if he was inspecting it while also demonstrating to her how to open and use it. At the same time, he casually said: "The porridge you cooked was delicious. Women in that circle usually don't have such good cooking skills."

At this, Suzanne's face improved a bit: "At least you know how to talk." Then she looked at him warily: "Your tone doesn't sound like someone with amnesia. Who are you, really?"

Mason King put down the razor in his hand, and met her gaze. His side profile was handsome, his eyes calm: "I don't remember, but I have basic feelings and thoughts about many things."

In short, although he had lost his memory, his intelligence wasn't affected. His perception and judgment were not in conflict with the fact that he had forgotten who he was.

Suzanne stared at him for a long time before finally realizing that she was the one with the flawed intelligence. She stopped asking, turned around, and walked out, closing the door behind her.

He wouldn't give any answers even if she kept asking.

She was already half-skeptical about the clichéd amnesia-from-falling-off-a-cliff story, and now she was even more disbelieving!

This man was very shrewd!

Believing in him was absurd!