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Chapter 3232
Chapter 3232
Chapter 3232 Like A Child On Christmas Day
Seven years ago, besides a few renowned variety shows that were more popular with teenagers, older
audiences were absolutely unfamiliar with the concept of variety shows.
Over the years, however, as the influence of international media slowly trickled in, local television
channels exploded with a wave of variety shows. Among these, Let’s Run had emerged as the
undisputed crowd favorite.
Most importantly, Let’s Run extended beyond its initial season, and was the ideal platform for any
actress to cultivate a loyal following. Having considered this, Megan knew that that starring in this show
was an opportunity she could not miss.
Megan, however, saw no need to delve into details with Donna. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
Instead, Megan answered breezily, “Each has its own benefits, I suppose. Since I’d already acted in a
television series before, I thought I would try my hand at something different.”
Seeing that Megan had already made up her mind, Donna said resignedly, “I’ll arrange for an audition
then. It’ll only be in a month or so, though, so you’re booked for other commercial advertisements and
brand endorsements in the meantime.”
“Thank you, Donna,” Megan said simply, her eyes shining with gratitude. Even though Megan was
Donna’s first client, Donna’s professionalism and dedication had far exceeded Megan’s expectations.
Donna must have had undergone great trials to secure so many opportunities for Megan.
I can’t let Donna down! I have to work hard, Megan swore to herself.
Noon arrived in the blink of an eye, and Donna and Megan had prepared a simple fare.
Just as they were sitting down to lunch, however, the doorbell rang abruptly. Both Donna and Megan
jumped a little before exchanging nervous glances. Megan then stood up and strode over to the door.
“Who’s there?” she called.
“I’m here to deliver some items from Mr. Wilson.” A clear voice rang out from behind the door.
Megan’s apprehension gave way to stupefaction. She froze for a moment, then peered through the
peephole. A deliveryman was indeed standing before the door laden with parcels of various sizes.
Megan quickly opened the door, only to be greeted by the look of fatigue on the deliveryman’s face as
he staggered forward, laden with the weight of his goods. Flabbergasted, Megan asked, “Are all of
these from Jake?”
“Yes, Ms. Rockford. He wanted me to deliver these personally to you. There’s another shipment of
clothes waiting downstairs. My colleague will be bringing it up shortly,” the deliveryman replied, wiping
a stream of perspiration from his brow.
Megan was unable to detect any further hints from the deliveryman’s factual tone. She gaped at the
packages that filled the doorway. And there’s another shipment of clothes besides? Megan mused. Is
there even enough space in here to contain all of it?
“Wait! I want to reject this delivery,” Megan announced, finally finding her voice amidst her amazement.
“Please don’t, Ms. Rockford! Mr. Wilson will surely take me to task if you reject his gifts,” the
deliveryman immediately pleaded. His professional veneer suddenly crumbled, and he looked terrified
at the thought.
Weakly, Megan turned to Donna for help. Donna, however, had no solution for Megan’s quandary.
“Why don’t you leave these packages here and bring the rest of the clothes back? I’ll inform Jake
myself,” Megan suggested, unwilling to detain the deliveryman any further.
It was all Megan could do at the moment. The deliveryman, however, could not be persuaded to leave
so easily. Megan had to reassure him multiple times that she would speak to Jake on his behalf.
Megan observed rather wryly that Jake had evidently struck a note of terror in the deliveryman’s heart.
It took nearly twenty minutes for the combined efforts of the trio to finish hauling all of the packages
indoors. After they had bidden farewell to the deliveryman, Megan shut the door and turned to look at
the now fully occupied living room. Her head throbbed.
“Let’s open them quickly. They’re taking up too much space here,” Megan groaned aloud.
The contents of the packages were of absolutely no interest to Megan. She felt no delight or excitement
in opening them, but was instead rather disdainful of Jake’s flagrant spending.
Donna, however, squealed in rapturous glee. Like a child on Christmas morning, she had seized a pair
of scissors and was rapidly attacking the tape on the packages, ripping them open enthusiastically.
“Wow, Megan! It’s the newest handphone model! Mr. Wilson’s even sent two of them to you in different
colors,” Donna gushed.
Donna had opened one of the boxes and immediately began fussing over it. Megan’s reaction,
however, remained rather muted. She casually cast a glance at the boxes that Donna was clutching in
both hands but remained otherwise uninterested.
After seven years, Megan no longer felt compelled to keep up with the latest technology.