I Read Their Tragic Fates, and My Family Reads My Mind?

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Don’t Tell Me I Said It in My Dream?

Melody Lynch rolled her eyes, speechless. ’With my age, looks, figure, and family background, if I really wanted to pull some strings, who would be losing out? Those celebrities, or me, the patron?’

Arabella Donovan was just teasing, but on second thought... ’This older cousin from the Lynch Family was such a die-hard fan that even when she went abroad, she didn’t forget to have her cousin ask my second brother for his autograph. Besides, her own older brother runs an agency, so what’s more normal than liking a celebrity or two?’

Melody Lynch’s hand, holding a steamed bun, paused mid-air. ’Oh, right. The Donovan family’s second son is Best Actor Hector Donovan. I was so shocked by the sudden turn of events this morning that I didn’t even think to cozy up to him.’

’Now that I’ve calmed down and can think about it, besides Best Actor Donovan, their oldest brother is pretty handsome too.’

’It’s all Cassandra Lynch’s fault, that damn two-faced bitch, and that scumbag Howard Gallagher. They ruined my whole morning—I wasn’t even in the mood to hit on cute guys.’

’Good thing they’re staying here for a few days. I’ll have plenty of chances to appreciate the view.’

’But this thing about asking my cousin to get an autograph from Best Actor Donovan for me... did that really happen? I don’t remember that at all.’

’What I distinctly remember telling my cousin was to keep an eye on the production team for me. I didn’t want anyone changing my script while I was away, messing with the main characters’ personalities or their story arcs.’

’After all, it was my debut work, something I’d poured my heart and soul into. The last thing I wanted was for those pampered, overpaid celebrities to each bring their own writer to the set, go crazy adding scenes, and butcher the script I worked so hard on. They’d just be using my original story as a shell while pulling a total bait-and-switch.’

’As for getting an autograph...’

’I’ll admit, I’m a sucker for Best Actor Donovan’s looks. But asking my incredibly busy cousin to personally hunt down a male celebrity for an autograph? I’m not that shameless.’

"Could it be... I told my cousin in my sleep?"

"Melody, what did you say?"

Melody Lynch snapped out of her daze. "It’s nothing. Want to go? If you do, I can drive you over after we finish eating. Don’t worry, you’ll be with me. I won’t let you get lost."

Although they hadn’t spent much time together, Arabella Donovan was already starting to like this straightforward cousin.

"Okay! I don’t have anything better to do anyway. Let’s go check out Mr. Lynch’s company."

’This is perfect. I can go to Eloise’s cousin’s company and see if those earlier issues have been dealt with. At the same time, I can observe what type of male celebrities my older cousin likes. Who knows, maybe while we’re there, her Red Simurgh Star will finally light up, and I can cut that Howard Gallagher plotline off at the pass!’

Melody Lynch: "???" ’Well now, this is all about me!’

"But is Mr. Lynch’s company already open for business?"

"Why are you calling him Mr. Lynch? Just call him cousin or Zane, like Eloise does. ’Mr. Lynch’ sounds so formal. It’s an entertainment company, so they can’t take too long of a break, even for the holidays. They had people working in shifts starting from the second day of the Lunar New Year, and now they’re pretty much back to business as usual."

Arabella Donovan thought about her own older brother. Even though he’d been spending this whole time with their family, he still had to make time every day for remote meetings with his company’s management to handle business.

’Looks like being a big boss isn’t so easy after all. I’d much rather be a salted fish, just lying around—rich, idle, and carefree.’

Melody Lynch was speechless. ’That sounds completely ambitionless, but... when you think about it, that kind of life... sounds pretty great, actually?’

"Melody, your cousin’s company has so many artists. Do you have a favorite male celebrity among them?"

"Eh, his company has so many artists, there’s no way I’ve met all of them. But that new xianxia drama his company is producing—the one I wrote the script for—the male lead is pretty good-looking. I hear he’s one of their artists too."

Melody Lynch stroked her chin and sighed. "When I was writing the script, I was more into the ’Shizun’ archetype—that ethereal, restrained, ascetic type of character. But after seeing it brought to life, I’m finding that the real-life righteous hero type... isn’t so bad either."

Arabella Donovan picked at the food in her bowl, looking thoughtful.

’The male lead in the xianxia drama produced by Lynch’s company? Isn’t that... So my cousin likes Samuel Foster’s type. I have to say, her taste is surprisingly good. No wonder she can’t stand Howard Gallagher—that pretentious, useless, and utterly superfluous mama’s boy.’

Melody Lynch was at a loss for words again. ’No, I just appreciate a handsome face. But I won’t deny I have good taste.’

After the two finished their rather late lunch, Melody Lynch drove Arabella Donovan to the building where Zane Lynch’s company was located.

When Zane Lynch heard that his sister had personally brought Arabella Donovan to the company for a tour, he immediately dashed down from his office to greet them.

"You’re here! Did you get stuck in traffic? Serena, have you had lunch? Why don’t you come up to my office for some afternoon tea? I’ll have my staff prepare some juice and cake for you. Or if there’s anything else you’d like to eat, just let me know and I’ll have them get it."

Zane Lynch’s over-the-top enthusiasm startled Arabella Donovan, and she instinctively shrank back behind Melody Lynch.

’What’s going on? Why does it feel like Lynch’s attitude toward me has changed so much this time? He was friendly before, but that was mostly because of Eloise. Today... this feels different.’

’Most importantly, his own sister is standing right here, but his first instinct was to greet *me* and fuss over *me*. This is weird. Very weird!’

Zane Lynch heard Arabella Donovan’s internal monologue but kept a straight face.

’Of course it’s not the same,’ he thought. ’Before, you were just Eloise’s younger cousin in my eyes—a powerful master of metaphysics. But from today on, you’re our family’s little benefactor. Anyone who sees you will want to put you on a pedestal. How could my attitude be the same?’

Melody Lynch couldn’t stand her brother’s idiotic fawning. She stepped in front of him. "We just ate before we came, so we’re not hungry. We were just bored at home and thought we’d come tour your company and, you know, see who’s around."

Melody Lynch deliberately emphasized her last few words, and Zane Lynch’s eyes lit up with understanding. "Of course. In that case, I’ll personally show you around."

"You’re giving us the tour?" Melody Lynch’s eyes widened in surprise. "Aren’t you the incredibly busy CEO of a major entertainment company? You have this much free time?"

"It’s just the start of spring, which is the industry’s slow season, so the company doesn’t have that many projects going on. Besides, I employ all these people. The whole company isn’t going to collapse just because the boss takes half a day off, is it? If it did, wouldn’t that make them all a little too useless?"

’As if I don’t know what these two are here for. This is a golden opportunity to watch the drama unfold up close. There’s no way I’m missing it.’

’Ahem, no, that’s not it. I’m not here for the gossip. I’m just purely concerned about my sister. Worried about my sister!’

Melody Lynch was speechless. ’Do you even believe the words you’re saying?’

’There it is. A classic line from the playbook of infuriating capitalists. The tragic saga of the miserable office worker. And just a moment ago I was feeling sorry for him, thinking it’s not easy being a big boss. I feel like such an idiot who’s been sold and is still helping the seller count the money!’

Melody Lynch: *Pfft...*

Zane Lynch: "???"