Leslee looked a little troubled. “Has it really come to the point where you can’t work together?”
“At the very least, he can’t play my brother. He’s not worthy.”
Seeing how firm I was, Leslee could only say, “Alright. I’ll think about it again. I still hope you’ll consider it—I truly believe this role suits you.”
“I’ve already sent the script to Gill’s email. You can take a look first.”
“Mm.”
For the next hour or so, neither of us spoke again. Instead, my gaze fell on the little werewolf boy sitting beside Leslee.
He looked about five or six years old, listless, mouth slightly open, eyes dull as he stared out the window. The werewolf aura around him was weak and chaotic.
Judging from his features, he resembled Leslee a little—he was probably her pup.
“Is this your pup?”
“Yes. His
