Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

None of the top 50 candidates was a celebrity as all of them were rookies.

According to the Luke Corporation, the 50 candidates would participate in the final evaluation at Hammond International Hotel.

Furthermore, it was officially verified that the advertisement proposal would be prepared by Mr. Wright, who had the final say in selecting the final candidate.

However, the proposal wasn't disclosed beforehand so that the candidates could come up with an ad-lib on the spot. Such a feature undeniably added another appealing point of the event.

As she surfed the internet about the news, Melanie's confidence sank to the bottom of her stomach. She had to claim the rightful place for the endorsement.

Right when she was at her wit's end, there came a message from the private investigator. It was Mr. Wright's contact number.

She knew the private investigator well and hence trusted the credibility of the information. Her eyes lit up in an instant. With only three days remaining, if she could get on good terms with Mr. Wright, things might turn out differently.

Thrilled, Melanie picked up her phone, attempting to add him on WhatsApp.

Ding!

Never in her wildest dream did she imagine he would accept her friend request at lightning speed.

Her excitement elevated as she did not expect things to turn out that smoothly. She replied immediately, 'Hi, Mr. Wright. I'm Melanie Greyson.'

At Haling Villa was Jack sitting in front of his computer with disdainful eyes. Across the monitor screen, he could already imagine Melanie's coquettish face which made him feel like puking.

Noticing his younger brother was going to send a reply, James stopped Jack. "Hold on, don't reply to her that quickly. Let's string her along."

"You're right. The more laid we are, the faster her patience will run out. By then, she'll do as we say." Jack snapped his fingers. He then hummed a song while closing the chat.

On the other hand, the impatient Melanie frowned as she felt her message had fallen on deaf ears.

It's been ten plus minutes. Why isn't he replying?

She kept convincing herself that Mr. Wright might be busy or he just ignored the message, thinking that it was a mere greeting message.

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to go straight to the point with an outspoken text. 'Sir, I participated in the audition for your advertisement, hoping to receive some advice from you.' Her heart was palpitating rapidly, unsure of how Mr. Wright would respond.

However, the three little brothers had fallen asleep at that time. Only after sleeping for two hours did they wake up and stretch their bodies before sitting in front of the computer lazily.

Jack smirked. "She's a rather calm one. She only texted once."

The placid James piped up, "Not necessarily. We must be careful about this. We can't let her hurt Mommy."

Jack waved his hand in response. "You don't have to worry about that, James. There's no way she can lay a finger on Mommy."

In light of his two elder brothers' capabilities, Jacob wasn't in the slightest worried at all. While rubbing his eyes, he chimed in, "We mustn't let her off that easily. She needs to pay the price for her deeds." Simultaneously, James and Jack gave an 'OK' sign to their little brother, completely understanding what their miserly brother was referring to.

After stalling the time for a while, they finally gave Melanie a terse answer that couldn't be any shorter.

Mr. Wright replied, 'OK.'

Despite the long wait, Melanie had been holding her phone as she waited for a reply. Hearing the sound of the notification, she turned on her phone at the drop of a hat, and was on cloud nine to see Mr. Wright's answer. Without delay, she typed on her keypad to make a reply.

Melanie asked, 'Sir, can we meet up somewhere?'

Though Mr. Wright had put his name on the map in the advertising industry for many years, no one had actually seen him before. Never once did he make an appearance in publi