Chapter 678 New Book Hits the Shelves

• Weariness was written all over Aelius Smith’s face. He scratched his head, frustrated to the core.
• “I’m kinda beat. I want to go back and sleep.”
• “You used to grind through games like you were hopped up on rocket fuel. You could pull all-nighters and still be fine. After a long break, one performance wiped you out? Blackie, we both work in showbiz. We know even hard work doesn’t always get you what you want—so what happens if you don’t hustle at all?”