CAN I REWRITE MY STAR?
peaceful slumber. With a groggy swipe, he silenc
frustration etched on his face
one, hesitating befo
drawled, his to
, and you're still in bed," his manager, Mr. Adewun
his lethargy vanished. Jason rolled hi
escheduled? I've bare
brooked no argument. "Y
mered. "Just whatever,"
r," Mr. Adewunmi continued. "Get ready AS
lly need to discuss the workload of the pa
vering. "The brand is getting bigg
break!" He hung up, slammi
n's gaze fell upon his broken alarm c
mpire, was born into a life of luxury. His parents, billionaire entrepreneurs, founded and own
d captivated audiences, propelling the company to unprecedented heights. Now, as a freelance model, Jason was in high demand. Top fashion brands clamored for his endorsement, eager to leverage his influence to
a stunningly handsome young man. His slender, athletic build and towering height only added to his allure. His style was unmistakable - long, flowing hair perfectly coiffed, and elegant earrings that sparkled in the light. Every aspect of his a
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footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. He was halted mid-step as h
ed, raising an eyebrow as she to
ading across her face. As the twenty-six-year-old CEO of Jaz-glitt
asmine was the epitome of elegance, her b
oubled persona, Jasmine's warmth
gn today," Jason replied, his ton
I heard it's a huge collection and to
"Their problem." Jasmine's hand settled o
yyyy!" s
g off her touch. "I'm r
ould I treat you to lunch late
smine's gaze lingered, sens
ith concern. "You're still
his mother burst into the ro
ert exclaimed, rushi
offering him a stea
, drink this.
id, accepting the tea an
headed to the kitchen, a maid trailing behi
barely saw you yesterday, and
eassuring smile.
tea, then pressed a gentle k
ert replied, her voice
his efficient personal assistant, awaited him beside his sle
ia greeted, her voice
cknowledging her greeting. The driver closed the door behind him. Mia's expre
vehicle out of the Gilbert estate,
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ng in five different color variations of the
xclaimed, "That's a wrap!
and walked away, while Mia has
accepting the cup and t
his head, dismayed. "Mr.
his early fifties, hurried o
remarkable deference to Jason, reflecting the yo
es before they're published. It's es
accompanying his response. "Oh, definitely, si
n requested, downing
e his phone, which she h
, arrived with a selection of gourmet food. "The chef prepared
their phones discreetly capturing videos and photos. Jason
s tone hinting at impatience. Mr. Adewunmi sides
rite food, Jay. Y
"Mr. Ade?" he pressed, s
ready," Mr. Adewun
pression expectant. However, Jason
ices anymore." With that, Jason turned and walked a
son. "Jay, Jay-Jason!" Mr. Adewunmi called out, his voice tinged with urgency. Jason
d to catch up. Meanwhile, Jason emerged from the bu
hank you," Jason said
d, slightly out of breath. "Jay, do you want to kill me?"
the door behind him. "What is it, Mr. Ade?" Jason
an exceptional assistant. We only hired her a month ago, and you
'll find a better opportunity, GFC will see to it," Jason said
his phone rang, shattering the silence. "H
rying to reach you!" Timi exclaime
ctly. "Found anything?" Jason
. "Something
is grip on the steering wheel ti
suit waiting outside GFC quickly open the car door. Mr
ed his glasses, squint
d, looking flustered,
. Gilbert," Mr. Adewunmi stam
ern. "My office, now!" he commanded
eyes widened, s