Hope you in my dream

At this moment, two policemen came in. One of them asked, "Who is Rachel?"
Rachel stunned for a moment, and then came to her senses, replying quickly, "I am."
Startled, Michelle quickly stood in front of her. "Hello, I'm Rachel's agent. If you have any questions, just ask me directly. I'll
answer them truthfully!"
The other policeman stepped forward and said, "Sure, we have some questions to ask you now."
Michelle had to go with him.
The other policeman looked at Rachel and said, "Don't be nervous. All you need to do is cooperate with us to investigate the
case of poisoning."
Rachel nodded.
The policeman began to ask normal questions. Then he changed the subject, "Where were you when the incident happened?"
"I was on my way to the hospital, and one of my friends told me that her leg was broken," Rachel answered honestly.
"Can anyone prove it?" The policeman asked again.
"Yes, I have," said Rachel with a nod, "You can ask my driver, Alex Wang."
"Okay," the police continued, "Someone said that the relationship between you and Anna was not very good. What exactly is the
conflict between you?"
Faced with the police's question, Rachel answered it honestly. With Alex Wang's testimony, she proved she was not on site at
the time the incident happened. The police left after this.
When the policemen left, Rachel and Michelle were both scared to death.
With a lingering fear, Rachel asked, "Who called the police?"
Michelle shook her head, replying, "I don't know, Mr. Clark? Or Miss Anna? Or our staff? There are many possibilities."
The light in Rachel's eyes became dimmer. If it was Clark who called the police, probably he would be too serious about this.

The police continued to investigate the staff present, but found no substantial evidence. Then they had to leave.
The shooting was still going on.
Although people seemed to be indifferent to this, they were gossiping in their hearts.
However, Rachel was totally not affected by this incident and she focused on the shooting.
After work, Rushton came over and asked with a smile, "Everyone says that Miss Rachel is Mr. Clark's girlfriend. But from what
happened today, it seems that the statement is not accurate. Otherwise, why didn't Mr. Clark protect you at the first place but call
the police when something like this happened?"
With eyes wide open, Rachel asked, "Did Mr. Clark call the police?"
Rushton shrugged and pretended to be curious. "Don't you know? But you didn't seem to be here when things happened. Where
did you go?"
When she came to her senses, Rachel's face turned cold again. "Where did I go and what did I do seem to have nothing to do
with you. I don't think it is necessary for me to report to you about these, right?"
Rushton couldn't help but sneer at her. "You are going to die soon. Why are you still so arrogant? If the police find out you did
this, your career will be destroyed! Let's see how long you can be proud?"
After saying that, Rushton left with complacency.
Rachel was very clear that in the entertainment circle, there were many people like Rushton.
She didn't care about him at all.
Within the following few days, she became the focus of discussion in the filming site, although most of the staff looked friendly to
her.
Being even more silent, Rachel ignored them directly.
One day, she was filming.
When George learned that Lucia had his child, he decisively broke up with Joyce.

Heartbroken, Joyce sat on a bench by the lake, deep in thought.
Suddenly, an fortune teller passed by and saw her think hard alone. Suddenly, his eyes flashed a glimmer of light.
The fortune teller came up to her and asked cautiously, "Miss, are you worried about your marriage?"
Joyce turned around and looked at the servant in rags, with mustache on his face.
"How do you know?" Joyce wiped the tears on her face and asked the fortune teller curiously.
The fortune teller laughed loudly and said, "You don't have to care about it, Miss. You are destined to have two loves, and the
failure of your first love will make you successful. In the future, you will find a perfect partner with a lifelong companion."
"Really?" Joyce asked in disbelief.
The fortune teller laughed, answering, "Yes, listen to me, rather than have the time to be sad here, it's better to put more effort on
the things you are good at. You are a talent, and your future love will make your beautiful life better!"
After saying that, the fortune teller went away.
Joyce was suddenly enlightened. With a confident smile on her face, she turned around and left.
"Pass!" director Zack exclaimed excitedly.
Rachel had been doing great recently. Every scene she acted was so perfect that the director was unable to pick on any flaws.
The rumor didn't bring any negative effects on her. On the contrary, she became stronger and focused on acting.
As Rachel left the stage, she raised her head and saw Clark.
He was standing in the crowd, looking at her from afar.
With a light glance, Rachel turned around and went back to her lounge, pretending that she didn't see him.
Clark followed.
Seeing him, Michelle did not go with them.
The moment Rachel stepped into the lounge, Clark also entered it.

"Rachel." His voice was a bit hoarse, as if he was suppressing something.
Turning back to take a look at him, Rachel asked in an extremely cold tone, "Didn't you suspect that I was the murderer of your
child? Do you come here today to question me or what do you want to do?"
Suddenly, Clark stepped forward and reached out to grab her shoulders.
However, Rachel took a step back. With Clark's hand in the air, the atmosphere between them became awkward.
"Go away, I don't want to see you." Rachel turned around again.
But she didn't notice the disappointment on Clark's face.
Rachel took a deep breath and pretended to speak in a calm tone, "I hope we won't have any contact in the future, lest your
fiancee doubt our relationship."
With these words, she turned around and was about to go out, but her wrist was grasped by Clark.
"Rachel!" Finally, Clark opened his mouth, "I will make the whole thing clear. Give me some time!"
Clark was so close to her that she could feel his warm breath. However, she was extremely sad.
Then she sneered and pulled her hand back. "Take your time and check it out. A clean hand wants no washing. I don't care!"
Then she left in haste.
Watching her receding figure, Clark slowly clenched his fists and his face grew even more grim.
No matter who did this, he would not let go of them!
In the evening, when she returned home after work, Rachel was stopped by Chester.
"Chester? Why are you here?" Stunned by the sudden appearance of Chester, Rachel covered his chest and asked.
Chester smiled and teased her, "What? We haven't seen each other for a few days. Do you miss me? Are you surprised to see
me?"
"No surprise, I think it is more like a scare!" complained Rachel, rolling her eyes.

"I have a high-powered gift for you? Can you invite me to your house?" said Chester, winking at her.
Puzzled, Rachel looked at him and asked, "Are you sure you're not making fun of me? If you want to come to my house, just say
it. Don't lie to me."
Chester waved the phone in his hand. "I have a video in my phone, which must be very important to you. Do you want to see it?"
he said with a mysterious look on his face.
With a doubtful look, Rachel nodded and said, "Follow me upstairs."
Arriving at her home, Chester walked around with curiosity and praised while looking at it, "Your home is really elegant and well
decorated. It's really a wonderful room for girls! It's exquisite, gentle and stylish!"
After poured him a cup of tea, Rachel sat down on the sofa and glanced at him helplessly. "Mr. Chester, can you show me the
video in your phone now?"