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“Was it the Larson family who pressured you to quit the crew?”

She recalled the assistant director’s proposal earlier that day, which only reinforced her suspicion.

“Rosalynn, | come from a humble background. The Larson Group funded my education. | can’t betray their kindness,” Zoe confessed, tears welling in her eyes.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Rosalynn pressed on, seeking confirmation, “So, the Larson family did indeed threaten you?”

Zoe’s head hung lower, weighed down by her dilemma.

“I'm just an ordinary girl seeking a simple life. | can’t afford to stir up trouble, especially since | have to care for my father. He had a car accident and is now wheelchair-bound. My mother left us.

If anything happens to me, what will become of my father?”

Hearing Zoe’s story, Rosalynn glanced at her injured leg, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Your injury... it wasn’t just an accidental sprain, was it?”

Zoe's silence was a tacit admission.

Ashadow fell over Rosalynn’s features, her expression turning grim.

She hadn't anticipated the Larson family’s ruthlessness.

To secure a role for Ivy, they resorted to using their influence to intimidate Zoe.

“Zoe, there’s no need to worry. I’ve got this,” Rosalynn assured her.

She was determined to intervene in the situation.

Zoe glanced up, her expression tinged with anxiety.

“Rosalynn, what will you do? | owe the Larson family too much to risk offending them,” Zoe said, her concern evident.

Rosalynn understood Zoe’s dilemma perfectly. The Larson family was not just powerful but also a key financial supporter of Zoe's education. She couldn't afford to offend them.

“Listen, Zoe. Don’t worry. | won’t Let the Larson family pressure you, and | will help you. And about your tuition fees, consider them taken care of,” Rosalynn declared confidently. To her, the cost of tuition fees was a minor issue, easily resolved with money.

Dealing with the Larson family’s threat to Zoe was something she was prepared to handle. “But Rosalynn, | can’t let you pay for my schooling,” Zoe protested, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Rosalynn offered a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, Zoe. Think of it as a loan. You'll pay me back later. But you can’t leave the crew, okay?” she said gently.

As Zoe gazed at her, the sunlight cast a warm glow on Rosalynn’s radiant skin.