After reading the comments, Jane Sampson silently put away her mobile phone and then slowly reached out to grab a bag of potato chips. Seeing James Black turn his head to look at her, she quickly said, "This is my one bag for the week!"
So, she had to start from the biggest bag.
Jane felt relieved in her heart, thankful that when she bought them, she always chose the large bags. She thought to herself that she was quite clever.
Seeing James Blackâs gaze shift away again, Jane kicked off her shoes and curled her legs up on the sofa. However, with the potato chips in hand, Jane encountered another problem.
Um, her right hand had no strength, and she couldnât tear open the packaging.
In the house, only James Black could help her now.
Jane, holding the potato chips and barefoot, ran over and sat next to James Black. She handed him the potato chips with an especially lovely smile, "James, can you help me open this?"
James Black hummed in agreement, took the potato chips, and opened the packaging for Jane. Just as she was about to take them back, her mobile phone in her pocket suddenly rang.
It was a call from Rock Bell.
Jane hurriedly answered.
"Jane Sampson, you should eat less of those snacks. If you spoil your stomach, youâll be the one crying," Rock Bell advised earnestly.
"Itâs fine, Sister Tin, I have the kind of body that doesnât gain weight," Jane assured her seriously.
"But eating those can make you breakout with acne," Rock Bell said directly, hitting the nail on the head.
Jane clasped her potato chips close to her chest, comforting herself. Eating just one bag a week wouldnât do any harm.
"Anyway, take good care of yourself and cut down on those kinds of junk food. Oh, see if you can come to the company to sign a contract either tomorrow or today. I have two scripts for you to choose from. I havenât had the chance to read them in detail yet. We can discuss it when you come."
"As for the scripts, weâll talk about that later. What contract is it?" Jane asked.
"Itâs the variety show I mentioned to you before. The Chief Director is your brother-in-lawâs friend, so theyâve added you to it. The show has been confirmed now, and this time itâs with the guard team. It might be quite tiring, so if you have time these days, make sure to get in shape," Rock Bell said.
"Going to which team?" Jane glanced at James Black and muttered to herself, hoping it wouldnât be so unlucky as to be the guard team James Black was in.
The guy was so against her acting career, if he knew she was filming a show with his guard team, heâd definitely make things difficult for her to push her into quitting. "Thatâs confidential. We wonât know until the program has officially started," Rock Bell said, knowing what Jane was worried about and offering a word of reassurance, "Thereâs nothing to worry about. Itâs not certain youâd end up in your husbandâs guard team. Depending on the program crewâs relationship with the local team, they might choose a location in the southland for convenience."
"The farther the better," Jane joked cheerfully, "then Iâll come to the company this afternoon."
"Okay, three oâclock. Iâll be waiting for you in my office," Rock Bell replied, "and you can meet your assistant to see if you like them. If not, we can find someone else for you."
"Alright," Jane agreed and then hung up the phone.
The TV was on in the living room, so James Black didnât hear who Jane was talking to on the phone, nor did he hear what the person on the call said to Jane. But he heard a phrase from Jane, "the farther the better."
"The farther the better? Where are you planning to go thatâs so far?" James Black asked.
"Ah?" Jane reacted swiftly, "That âfarther the betterâ wasnât about distance; it was about time. I was telling Sister Tin that with my hand injury, the further out the work is scheduled, the better, so I have plenty of time to rest."
Yes, thatâs it.
Jane breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.