The car swiftly wove through the road, the neon lights on the streets receding.
Lorraine Hughes held two heavy trophies in her hands.
Nathan Bolton chuckled, "Online, they're saying you're the fastest artist in entertainment history to receive these two awards."
Come to think of it, many artists struggle their whole lives without winning this award, but his wife is impressive.
"Yeah, I'm quite happy."
"Oh?" Nathan Bolton leaned closer to her, "Are you happy for winning the trophies or for publicly revealing the identity of Mrs. Bolton?"
"Can't I be happy about everything?"
"You can." Nathan Bolton patted her head.
Lorraine Hughes took out her phone, but after a moment, she put it down again.
The online blessings and curses went hand-in-hand; since she had received the blessings, she needed to endure the curses.
"So, what's the next movie you want to work on? No pressure, Radiant can support a lot of people, it won't collapse."
