Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



Chapter 642

Recently, Shane had made over 30 thousand dollars just from selling live recordings of Carlisle's song "Rest of My Life". And that was only the live version. He could only imagine how much he'd earn if Carlisle released a high-quality album.

Shane, wearing a tattered and patched-up cotton jacket, took a swig of beer and continued urging, "Carl, believe me, if you don't debut, I'll cut off my head and use it as a soccer ball. The music scene will be yours!"

"I'm not interested in the entertainment industry."

Carlisle remained unmoved by Shane's enthusiasm.

The thought of being followed by paparazzi, constantly surrounded by rumors and scandals, and having friends and family harassed by the media was terrifying. The idea of hiding just to avoid being bothered made him shudder.

Shane gulped down more beer and lamented, "Carl, not debuting is a huge loss for the music industry!"

Carlisle grinned slightly and said, "Why don't you join a singing competition? I can write songs for you."

"My off-key croaking is not worth mentioning. But Daniel could give it a try..."

"I'll pass, thanks. Singing is just too risky for me!" Daniel retorted.

"Daniel is being modest," Shane said, laughing.

"Come on. You don't believe me? Let me give you a taste..."

Daniel cleared his throat and started singing off-key, "Ah, give me a drink to forget... Replace my tears with a night—"

"Stop! Daniel, it's okay. I believe you," Shane interrupted, clearly embarrassed.noveldrama

Off-tone was an underestimation. Daniel couldn't hold a key.

Daniel shrank back into his seat, saying, "Damn it. I'll never sing again..."

After a satisfying meal and drinks, Carlisle returned to his apartment for a nap. When he woke up, he went out for a meal and drinks with Gareth and Sean.

Sean was in high spirits. Hermès' staff had been very agreeable and signed the contract almost immediately. At 30 cents per click, if all seven million registered users clicked, that would be 210 million dollars in revenue.

Sean had never imagined making money could be that easy. Alumni Network was practically a goldmine especially with the new feature Selena mentioned, where users could earn money by watching ads.

"Cheers!"

Sean raised his glass to toast the others.

Gareth hadn't had a chance to drink with Carlisle in a while, so he made sure to pour Carlisle several glasses of wine. By 9:00 pm, Sean had to return to the dormitory on time, leaving Carlisle and Gareth to drink until 2:00 am.

Carlisle's alcohol tolerance was no match for Gareth's, and by 2:00 am, he was pretty drunk. After settling the bill, Gareth helped Carlisle into his Rolls-Royce.

Gareth noticed Francis and Wendell in the car. They were both panting. Gareth's mouth twitched.

"You guys..."

He sniffed the air, checking for any unusual smells.

Worried about being misunderstood, Francis quickly explained, "Boss, you were being followed. We just chased away a bunch of tailing rats."

"Those rats were from Jalen's gang, right?" Carlisle slurred.