Her Biliionaire Husband

"Where are you? I have a friend, a director, who wants to meet you," said Larry over the phone.
"Now?"
"Yes," Larry replied, then lowered his voice and whispered softly, "He watched 'Star Voyage' and really admired your skills. Since
there's a new film in the making, he wants you to audition."
"Alright, send me the address, I'll come over now." Veronica nodded.
In order to help her enter the entertainment industry, Matthew even publicly announced their 'divorce,’ and she couldn't let him
down.
After hanging up the phone, Veronica looked at Eleanor, her eyes shining, and said, "Eleanor, aren't you bored? Come, I'll take
you out to play."
"Really?" Eleanor turned around, looking happy.
Veronica raised her hand and touched her forehead, awkwardly pointing at the bag of Limburger in her hand. "Can you throw
those away? The smell is too strong."
She was going for an audition and it was a good opportunity to take Eleanor out to have some fun.
However, she had been eating the Limburger all along, and the strong smell was indeed going to her head.
"Sure, no problem." Eleanor made an 'OK' gesture and walked over to the nearby trash can, but only throwing the empty
packaging into the bin after finishing the last piece.
Veronica looked at Matthew, and the two of them smiled at each other.
"Troy Ritter, we have so many delicious foods in Bloomstead, can't you take her to eat something else?" Veronica looked at Troy,
who was standing straight. "Eating too many Limburgers is not good for her health."

Troy shrugged, spreading his hands. "I took her to try exotic delicacies, but she said she didn't like them. So I took her to the
snack street instead, and recently, every evening, she goes there like clockwork, with skewers in her left hand and milk tea in her
right hand."
Saying that, Troy shrugged again. "What can I do?"
"Um... alright." Veronica was speechless. "Then you go with Matt and help find Shirley. I'll accompany Eleanor today."
"Okay, Mrs. Kings." Troy nodded.
"Goodbye." Veronica turned around and waved to Matthew. "The lunatic called me for an audition. I wonder if it will be
successful."
The man approached her, tidying up a strand of hair at her temple and tucking it behind her ear. "I believe in you."
"Yeah, I'll do my best." Veronica left and beckoned to Eleanor, then drove her red Chevrolet out of the villa's spacious garage.
The Chevrolet sedan, worth only over a hundred thousand dollars, stood out among the luxury cars parked together.
But this car was the first car Veronica bought for herself, and she couldn't bear to part with it, so she kept it.
In their current 'divorced' state, Veronica driving a car worth over 15 thousand dollars seemed quite fitting.
The sedan left the villa and headed straight for the film and television media company.
On the way, Eleanor asked again why they faked their divorce, and Veronica had to explain it to her again.
As a result, Eleanor's face immediately drooped. "I really have a cheap mouth, why did I have to ask?
She covered her chest. “I’ve had enough of you guys flaunting your love every day. I'm both jealous and envious. Ugh, it’s so
annoying."

"You are also outstanding. One day, you will find your ideal partner," Veronica said sincerely.
"I only like a perfect man like my Master Iron. Can I still find someone like him?"
"It depends on fate."
"Not very likely." Eleanor leaned on the car window, supporting her head with her hand, and sighed deeply. "When I was in the
hidden clan, I had two or three husbands. But even if you add them all up, they don't even compare to one-tenth of my Master
Iron."
"Now that you're in Bloomstead, don't you miss your husbands?" Veronica curiously asked.
Eleanor waved her fair finger. "Out of the three, two were forcibly arranged by my mother, merely to establish connections with
some of the elders of the clan. Only one was my first love, but our relationship gradually faded."