[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate":3,"chapter-rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-201":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1201600,1551,"Chapter 201: No Temper Left","rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-201",201,"\u003Cp>Julian Campbell directly took out his phone and sent a text message to Charles Seymour: \"Uncle, why didn’t you invite Teacher Lee for me???????\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six question marks were not enough to express Julian Campbell’s inner grief and indignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a ding, Charles Seymour’s reply came, making Julian Campbell lose his temper instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can a nephew be the same as a wife?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold dog food slapped messily across his face, and warm tears flowed down...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell silently put away his phone, wishing he could slap his own hand for being so careless with sending this text message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he finding himself insufficiently miserable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s going on?\" Sophie Wilson sensed Julian Campbell’s mood suddenly becoming very... complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low-spirited, dejected, and depressed... Is he okay?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nowadays, everyone faces a lot of stress, could he be suffering from depression?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s nothing.\" Julian Campbell forcefully wiped his face to make himself a little more awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Auntie, let’s continue watching.\" Julian Campbell pulled himself together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One must find clarity within oneself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you don’t trouble yourself, you can live quite happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why, indeed, did he insist on comparing himself to his aunt, who is cherished by his uncle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t that just looking for trouble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Wilson watched intently while Julian Campbell occasionally gave her pointers on positioning and camera capturing techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Wilson nodded repeatedly, very seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She genuinely wanted to make this show well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, that’s a wrap!\" The director shouted, simultaneously announcing it was time for lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crowd of staff and extras rushed to get their boxed lunches, and of course, some assistants prepared special meals for their own celebrities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell held his bowl of food, eagerly gazing at the table next to Sophie Wilson’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exquisite dishes came one by one, each portion not large but perfectly crafted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dishes included vegetables, meats, and seafood; meats from pork, beef, and lamb, seafood including river fish, sea fish, and shellfish and shrimp, not to mention the abundant variety of vegetables, with mushrooms being indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides these main courses, there were also soups and fruits already peeled, seeded, and cut into small pieces for Sophie Wilson’s convenience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell looked at Sophie Wilson’s food, then looked at his own, finally resting his gaze on his manager and assistant, his eyes silently complaining about something pitifully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell’s manager, George Reed, tiredly rubbed his forehead, trying to ignore Julian Campbell’s accusatory gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just... you have to admit Julian Campbell is really suited to be a celebrity; he’s so noticeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your food is very good!\" George Reed tried to reason with Julian Campbell, \"It’s all made by top chefs from high-end restaurants here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell blinked his eyes, resentfully looking at George Reed, like a little child who had been bullied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George Reed resisted the urge to hit someone, gritting his teeth and lowly growling: \"They have a boyfriend to arrange that, why don’t you get a boyfriend too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell covered his face: \"Reed, you don’t love me anymore...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George Reed’s molars ground with creaks, wishing he could beat this troublemaking artist to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he think that a good-looking face had potential and signed him on so hastily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d definitely have to test before signing artists in the future; absolutely no signing of lunatics!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant silently moved a bit to the side, wanting to avoid getting involved.\u003C\u002Fp>",567,"2026-06-03T13:57:31.226Z",1,"novelbin.me","84a5694a5f654f2d433c52d064f78de5dbe1316f27fad1e8061c36fc90ca69a6","rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-202","rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-200",992,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-cover.jpg"]