After a good night's sleep, Hardy suddenly felt itchy on his face, touching it with His hand. Hardy grabbed a delicate little hand and opened his eyes.
It's dawn outside.
Sunlight shines into the room from the window.
Ava Gardner was lying next to him, her shoulders half covered by the quilt, and she was teasing Hardy with her hands, but he grabbed her.
The woman's beautiful big eyes looked at him.
"What's wrong, Ava? Why are you looking at me like that?" Hardy asked with a smile at the woman.
"Hardy, I just thought about it. Why don't I leave my management contract with you? Haven't you already established a management company? I will be your contracted artist." Ava Gardner said.
"I don't have time to manage artists." Hardy spread his hands.
"Then I'm free to do what i want, as long as you think about me when you see any opportunity that's enough for me" Ava Gardner said with a smile.
Hardy thought for a moment.
