Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1003

Zayne eyed the two women with disgust. "Can you at least give your Jaybie some merits? That's his wife you're talking about. Can you stop being biased?" Angeline and Josephine fell silent.

Frankly, Jay's wife was not only beautiful and lovable but also gentle and harmless-the type that any man would like.

They simply felt threatened and that was why they magnified her shortcomings willfully.

Seeing that the two women had finally stopped giving him trouble, Zayne reminded them with a straight face. "Go to bed. I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow to check your eyes. We'll also check your ears while we're at it."

Angeline said, "There's nothing wrong with my ears."

Ever since the doctor told Zayne about the causes and tendency of somatic disorder, Zayne had been overly anxious about Angelina's health.

Haunted by the experience of Old Master Severe's systemic somatic disorder, Zayne was worried that his sister's illness would spread to other parts of her body.

"I called you so many times but you still couldn't hear me. It's better to get it checked so at least I'll feel more

at ease," Zayne said.

Angeline let out a dejected sigh.

Zayne then raised his head to look at Josephine. "I'm staying here tonight to keep my sister company."

The fingers concealed in Josephine's sleeves curled up slightly. She pretended to look simple-minded and said, "I'll stay too."

Zayne was flabbergasted. "You don't need to stay here. Go and do what you were busy doing earlier."

Before Josephine could answer, Zayne added despicably, "Though there's no real value in that job of yours that will actually keep you busy either. You're just acting in all sorts of cliche dramas that destroy the viewers' value system."

When Zayne tarnished and looked down on the career that she was so passionate about, Josephine placed her hands on her hips and scolded like a fishwife. "What do you mean by no value? As actors, we're using our abilities to earn money as well. We're not stealing or robbing anyone."

Zayne argued, saying, "So far, all the roles you played were either a homewrecker or a suffering wife who has been abandoned by her husband. When will you be able to play a natural and normal role for once?"

Josephine said proudly, "That just shows I can handle various roles because I have great acting skills."

Suddenly, Josephine detected several ambiguous messages from his words and grinned. "You watched all my TV series?"

Realizing that he had accidentally given himself away, he explained in a hurry. "How could I possibly have time to watch your cliche dramas? Your shows always come up at eight o'clock. It's hard not to see your face when I switch channels."

Josephine put on an alluring posture. "I'm a popular actress right now. Every station is fighting to broadcast my drama. Seeing that you're Angeline's brother, I'll give you my autograph if you want one." Zayne sneered, looking very much disgusted. "Your signature is so hideous. Do you think I can display it in the museum? Why do I even want your autograph?"

Angeline interrupted their conversation, saying, "Oh, you must not know this, Zayne, but Josephine's autographed photo is really valuable now. An autographed photo itself can cost you a month's salary." Zayne had just picked up the teacup and took a sip when all the tea he drank spurted out. "No way? It's that valuable?"

Then the look of disdain and disgust on his face turned into a look of admiration. "Oh movie star, can you give me a few autographed photos?"

Josephine took out a stack of photos from her bag and handed it to Zayne. She said with a grin, "Choose one and I'll sign it for you."

Zayne did not choose any of them. He flipped through them at random and handed them all back while saying shamelessly, "Why don't you give them all to me?"

"What do you want so many autographed photos of her?" Angeline was puzzled.

Zayne said blatantly, "I'll sell them after that. Twelve autographed photos... That's my annual salary. I won't have to work next year."

Josephine stuffed the autographed photos into her bag furiously and darted several vicious glances at Zayne. "How mean can you be?" Zayne said, "C'mon, why don't you just treat it as you're taking from the rich to help the poor?"