The three of them actually understood what this "difference" was, but no one intended to point it out.
Moreover, they all enjoyed this relationship. Tracy had already acknowledged that Rachel was right about him being very strong; she knew she couldn't handle Landon on her own.
The heat of the news would pass quickly, but the industry recognition and personal image boost brought by a successful advertisement were very real.
"There's one more thing," Rachel took over the conversation, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future.
"Tracy helped me find an acting studio. It has a great reputation and offers small class sizes. She's also keeping an eye out for audition opportunities for me."
Speaking of this, Rachel looked at Tracy with eyes full of gratitude and a hint of confusion.
"Seriously, Tracy, the speed at which you find resources is just too fast, as if it takes no effort at all. How exactly do you do it?"
Tracy's expression froze for a brief moment. She toyed with the food on her plate with her fork, her tone still sounding relaxed, but clearly avoiding the main point deliberately.
"I've been in this industry for a long time, so naturally, I have my ways. Some paths, people either can't be bothered to put in the effort to pursue, or... they're too used to the same old routine."
She looked up, her gaze sweeping over Landon and Rachel. "Now isn't the time to scrutinize this. What's important is that the opportunity has arrived, and we have to seize it, right?"
As if purposely shifting the topic, she pulled the conversation back: "Landon, what about you? Has there been any actual change on set after the ad aired?"
Landon took a sip of hot soup, the warm current sliding down his throat and into his stomach, making him feel a bit more relaxed. "The people on set are noticeably more polite, and the way they look at me is different than before."
He thought back to Mia's gaze and Sutherland's meaningful reminder.
"It's a small step forward, I suppose. But it still comes down to the performance on set, I know that."
While responding, Landon was inwardly reflecting on Tracy's evasion just now, as well as Rachel's unintentional exclamation, which happened to confirm his vague observations.
The power and connections Tracy displayed were clearly far beyond those of an ordinary WMA Agent.
She definitely had secrets he didn't know about, but since she wasn't saying, he didn't intend to pry at this moment.
Half a year ago, the original owner of this body came to Hollywood. Ever since signing with Tracy, logically, a newcomer should have faced some messy troubles, but he had been so lucky that none ever occurred.
So, at the very least, Tracy had no ill intentions toward him. Of course, regarding the "unspoken rules" from last night, Landon didn't mind at all—in fact, she could "rule" him however she wanted. Thinking of this, Landon couldn't help but show a radiant (lewd) smile. When he realized what he was doing and saw the strange looks from Tracy and Rachel, Landon rubbed his nose and lowered his head in embarrassment.
He cut the chicken on his plate, his thoughts drifting far away.
The golden movie projects and stories destined to cause a sensation in the film industry from his past life's memories would occasionally surge into his heart like a tide.
It wasn't that he hadn't considered "writing" those scripts out.
But once he calmed down, he knew now wasn't the time.
A newcomer with no foundation and no track record, carrying a seemingly brilliant script to find investment?
In Hollywood, that story sounded more like a joke; most likely, he wouldn't even be able to get through the front door of a production company.
Perhaps he could go through Tracy's unfathomable connections?
This thought flashed more concretely than ever before.
But Landon suppressed the idea once again.
Firstly, he didn't fully understand Tracy's background or the price behind those resources;
Secondly, it was the stubbornness in his bones—he wanted to rely on himself first to truly gain a foothold and make a name for himself in this jungle.
Those "gold fingers" were his ultimate fallback and his ladder for the future.
He was grateful for and accepted the help Tracy provided, but that was a different matter from conjuring a masterpiece out of thin air.
"Take it slow," Tracy said gently, as if seeing through his momentary distraction.
"Once the foundation is solid, you'll be able to seize the opportunities when they come. We'll go look at apartments together tomorrow, and if possible, we'll move this Sunday."
Her gaze shifted between Landon and Rachel, and finally, she lowered her eyelashes, her voice softening but remaining incredibly clear. "Don't worry, we'll always be together!"
The words were spoken casually, yet they acted like an anchor, steadying the many thoughts churning in Landon's mind.
The lights over the dining table were dim and yellow, illuminating three young faces and the simple yet delicious meal.
The world outside was noisy and complex, full of calculation, temptation, and unfathomable rules, but in this small apartment, for now, there was only the comforting sound of chewing, the slight clinking of dishes, and the silent flow of a slightly mysterious yet solid and reliable warmth between them.
They were going to look at apartments together tomorrow. Life was moving forward in a clear and hopeful direction.
Landon looked at Tracy's slightly flushed cheeks and Rachel's trusting smile, feeling that last night's "happiness" was perhaps not just about desire, but more about this sense of belonging and the certainty of moving forward while being securely supported.
The night was still long.
Indeed, for a short while, Tracy felt the night was far too long. She felt she must be crazy for ever wanting to limit Landon.
She now wished there were a few more sisters around.
As for why Landon had become like this, it was because certain people had overestimated themselves and actually dared to provoke him, making out right in front of him and even beckoning him with a pinky finger.
Who could possibly endure that?
Who else could hold back?
Who else?
Thus, looking at the person who no longer had the strength to provoke him, Landon finally felt completely refreshed once again.
However, looking at the state of the two of them and that cramped bathroom, Landon could only wordlessly clean them up one by one.
Life's helplessness could be seen everywhere; this cramped apartment made one feel even more frustrated and helpless.
Finally, he could lie comfortably in bed, just like the night before.
As the moon set and the stars thinned, they all drifted into dreamland, though just before falling asleep, Landon could still feel Tracy's unconscious movements.
The next day, his biological clock remained the same—six o'clock sharp. The experience was also the same—total body numbness, struggling to move.
It was still the usual three routines: warm-up, running, and Eight Trigram Palm.
When Landon returned to the apartment with bread, milk, and coffee, he saw that the bedroom was already empty, but the sound of giggling came from the bathroom.
"Tracy, weren't you so capable? Still provoking? Haha!"
"You rookie, how dare you talk about me. Who was it that, after a while..."
Landon rubbed his forehead. Seeing that his sweat had already dried, he took off his sportswear, opened the bathroom door, and walked in.
Another bout of chaos ensued, various screams rang out, and the morning's wash-up time was extended indefinitely.
Finally, after the three of them finished breakfast, they hurried to the location agreed upon with the real estate Agent.