Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

Maxwell said, "I'll have my agent contact you. If possible, I hope we can start filming soon."

Megan nodded happily, "Great! We're available anytime."Vivienne was still drowsy when Megan dragged her in. "Great, great, really...great! This Maxwell guy is amazing. I used to think he was arrogant and conceited, but it turns out he's actually a pretty good person."

Maxwell has been an icon in the music industry for the past decade. He debuted at 16 with a hit song that propelled him to stardom. In the ten years since then, during a time when many singers were struggling to make ends meet due to declining record sales, Maxwell continued to release albums that easily sold over one million copies each time and had legions of fans who adored him.

His concerts always drew huge crowds.

What does selling over one million copies mean today?

Maxwell's name dominates almost all of the awards in today's music industry.

Apart from his classic songs, there is another reason why he is so popular: he looks handsome and trendy. Otherwise, how could he have attracted such a group of crazy teenage girls?

When Vivienne was young and naive, she also liked Maxwell.

Megan pinched Vivienne's arm. "Being able to debut with Maxell as your producer isn't bad at all."

Vivienne nodded; it wasn't bad at all. Her fighting spirit ignited once again - God truly never closes one door without opening another.

In Vivienne's memory, Maxwell was young, handsome, unconventional, and cool...a musical genius with an outrageous personality.

But last night on the balcony with that woman...and wanting to hook up with her...

Vivienne laughed and shook her head; this male god can only be admired through camera lenses.

As Megan left, she handed Vivienne an old phone saying, "Use this phone for now; when you earn some money, you can buy yourself a better one. The number is new; rest well tonight because I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." Vivienne shrugged. "Okay."NôvelDrama.Org content.

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In any case, Vivienne was looking forward to recording an album with Maxwell.

His name alone is a golden signboard that could give her a lot of help.

She didn't care whether or not Maxwell wanted to sleep with her; she would use whatever means necessary to achieve her goals.

That night, Vivienne received an email from the country's government.

After reading it, Vivienne smiled, and her beautiful face seemed as if it had been dipped in poison - sinister and full of hatred. Vivienne picked up the phone and dialed the number in the email.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, someone answered on the other end.

"Is this Sarah Harris?" asked Vivienne.

There was a pause on the other end before they replied, "Yes, who are you?"

Vivienne said, "Your missing sister hasn't been found yet!"

There was a sound like glass breaking followed by a change in tone from the person on the other end of the line."Who are you?"