Chapter 670 Mark's Admiration
Mark met Grace at the studio.
It was at the shooting site for a group advertisement.
Since it was an ad for a game under the Powell Group, and Grace was the spokesperson, she was shooting the ad in the studio.
Coincidentally, that day, Mark thought his brother Kenneth was at the studio, and he went there angrily to find him for some reason.
But Mark didn't find Kenneth.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Grace on stage, dressed in white, with long hair draped over her shoulders, descending from above on wires.
She had a slender figure, a delicate and gentle face, and under the lights and mist, with the surrounding set, everything looked as beautiful as a fairy stepping out of a myth.
Ethereal and beautiful, untouched by the dust of the world.
She was so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.
He had seen many beautiful women.
But that day, watching her smile gently and her dress fluttering as she descended, he was mesmerized, captivated by her.
At that moment, it felt like his goddess was walking towards him.
She was so beautiful, instantly stirring all the emotions and heartbeats within him.
From then on, the seed of admiration took root in his heart.
Before, he wasn't someone who chased after celebrities, nor did he like watching movies or TV.
But after going home, he went crazy.
He dug out all the TV shows, movies, even ads, and music videos Grace had done, and watched them over and over again.
He couldn't remember how many times he had watched them.
In the end, he didn't get tired of Grace.
Instead, he was moved by her dedication and acting skills, and liked her even more.
Especially after watching her interviews and learning more about her, he became even more infatuated.
And so, he kept this secret for years.
Almost no one discovered it.
Until one time, when he got drunk and accidentally confessed his feelings to her on TV, his friend found out.
His friend Victor Bryant immediately encouraged him, "Mark, why are you so down? If you like her, go after her!"
He looked defeated and insecure. "She's a famous, hot star, and I? What am I? Just an unemployed guy."
Victor patted his shoulder, "No wonder people say women in love become humble. It seems it's not just women, but men too."
"Mark, have some ambition. She's a famous star, but you're not bad either. After all, you're the second son of the Powell family."
Mark looked at him more sorrowfully, "What does being the second son of the Powell family matter? That's all I have left. Without Kenneth, I'm nothing."
"Besides, everyone only recognizes Kenneth. They don't care about me!"
Victor advised him, "Mark, listen to me. Ask Kenneth. He cares about you. After all, you're brothers. As long as you ask, he'll definitely agree."
"A businessman marrying a star is normal, right? Use your identity as the second son of the Powell family, ask her out a few times, give some gifts, show some goodwill, and she'll like you."
Mark immediately refused, "No, I won't go to him."
"He can be the first son of the Powell family, and I'll be myself. We're unrelated. I won't ask him."
Victor sighed, "Mark, dignity is a good thing, but sometimes it's worthless in the face of power."
"As long as you're willing to reconcile with Kenneth, inviting Grace out is a piece of cake for him."
Mark's eyes reddened with anger, "I won't ask him."
He said those words with great determination back then.
A few months later.
Maybe he liked Grace too much, Mark, after years, went to find Kenneth Powell for the first time.
But Kenneth refused him without hesitation, "If you like someone, go after her yourself. I won't help."
Mark clenched his fists in anger and vowed to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry.
When he first entered the entertainment industry, he suffered a lot.
He used the name "Mark Stoll," with the last name "Stoll." Who would think he was the second son of the Powell family?
So, no one thought highly of Mark.
And no one gave Mark any special treatment.
The first two years were really tough for him, with only one thing: practice.
When Mark was tired, he would look at two photos.
One was of Grace, covering his entire wall, giving him strength and courage, filling him with hope;
The other was of Kenneth, reminding himself to make a name in the entertainment industry and make Kenneth look at him differently.
He wanted to show Kenneth that he could succeed without the Powell family name.
He didn't care about the Powell Group at all.
Later, with his handsome appearance and solid skills, Mark started appearing on shows and gaining popularity.
Then Mark took on variety shows and TV dramas.
He finally got closer to his goal.
With his status, he could finally invite Grace out.
However, every time he asked, she refused.
Grace refused decisively and without hesitation every time.
Later, Kenneth suddenly found Mark and told him not to approach Grace, saying she already had a boyfriend.
Mark didn't believe it; the media had never reported her dating.
Kenneth cruelly handed him photos of Grace and Quentin together.
"Quentin, Ruby's son, is the one backing Grace. They've been together for a year or two."
"Don't even think about Quentin's girlfriend. I advise you to give up."
Mark tore those photos to pieces on the spot.
Not long after, Grace had an incident.
He was on set at the time, calling Linda repeatedly, but all calls were rejected.
When he rushed back from the set, she had already left the entertainment industry completely, announcing her retirement.
Then, Grace disappeared as if she had evaporated from the world.
Time flies!
Now, years have passed, and everything has changed dramatically.
Now, he's a famous star, adored by thousands, while she's a faded star.
But even so, in his heart, she was the center of attention, the brightest star in the universe.
"Grace, now that you're back, everything will be different."
"Before, I couldn't help or protect you, but now I can."
Mark clenched his fists and muttered to himself.
At the same time, Mark made up his mind.
Since he loves Grace, he will go forward bravely, regardless of the consequences.
On the other side.
Quentin's car was speeding.
In the back seat, Grace was groggy.
She was getting hotter and hotter, constantly tugging at her clothes, her hands restless.
In no time, she had pulled off two buttons from her shirt, which fell to the floor.
Without the buttons, her chest became vaguely visible.
Quentin glanced through the mirror and couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Damn it!"
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