From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Aggressive, pressing forward step by step—

Even though Anson was lying on the hospital bed and Lucas was sitting on the sofa, neither of them moved, but why did the air in the entire room seem to freeze, an invisible pressure overwhelming everything?

Harry: … …

His wildly beating heart was about to explode, and Harry barely maintained his sanity, like a weed desperately clinging to the ground in a hurricane.

“It wasn't me.”

“I told you, I don't know anything, so you're expecting me to respond to something I don't know.”

Anyway, as long as he stubbornly refused to admit it, Anson couldn't do anything about it.

Anson: “Then why did my eyewitness see you at the scene?”

“Believe me, I just appeared at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I apologize for my appearance here today; but if you want to put all the blame on me alone, then you are wrong.”

“Doing so will only allow the real culprit to escape scot-free.”

Eloquent, arguing with reason, looking like he was ready to shed blood and sacrifice his life.

Even Lucas, for a moment, couldn't help but wonder if they were wrong in their judgment.

Anson seemed to waver as well, gently raising his chin and falling into deep thought.

The air settled in silence, and before they could even blink, the sunset outside the window had already sunk below the horizon, but the city's sky became even more dazzling and brighter because of the lights of the tall buildings.

Then, Anson revealed a meaningful expression.

“You mean, an eyewitness who has no grudges against you testified against you for no reason? He might not even have met you before, but he still testified against you?”

Lucas glanced at Anson, because they couldn't be 100% sure it was Harry.

But Lucas didn't speak, instead looking at Harry, curious about Harry's response.

If Harry was indeed innocent, he should be feeling extremely wronged at this moment.

Harry gasped, his eyes shifting erratically as he looked at Anson, because Harry couldn't be sure if Anson was lying. What if there really was an eyewitness?

Harry was confused again.

“Who knows? Maybe, maybe that eyewitness was bribed by the real culprit. He sneaked in and took pictures this way, then left in the chaos, and finally casually threw out a name through the eyewitness to frame someone and quietly pass the buck.”

Quick wit!

Harry was still amazing. His survival instinct exploded with amazing energy, and in a flash of inspiration, he actually managed to concoct a set of arguments that even made sense.

However, Lucas was certain: the culprit was the glib-tongued guy in front of him.

Because of the details.

Harry knew too many details—

The culprit sneaked into the crew, took photos to cause an accident, and finally left in the chaos.

It seemed natural, like the daily routine of a paparazzi; but the sense of reality in his words, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes, wouldn't lie.

Most importantly, the fundamental flaw here was that Harry didn't know who the “eyewitness” was. This eyewitness couldn't have been an inside man who helped the paparazzi sneak into the crew and frame Harry, so the whole theory lost its foundation.

In every way, Harry was revealing his true colors little by little.

However, Harry himself didn't realize it and was still passionately defending himself; but the more he said, the more mistakes he made, inadvertently revealing some details that Anson and Lucas couldn't have known for the time being—

The puzzle of the whole situation was slightly more complete.

Lucas's heart was pounding wildly, and he was starting to feel a faint pain because he was too angry and eager. He had to use all his strength to barely control the urge to smash his fist into that cheek.

Harry didn't realize it. His only thought now was to clear himself, trying his best to prove that there was a dark force deliberately smearing and framing him out of envy and jealousy of TMZ. He had nothing to do with Anson's injury.

“…No! It wasn't me! One hundred percent, I swear on my mother's life!”

Resolute, swearing an oath, Harry had used all his strength, looking as sacred as if he were confessing before Jesus.

Throughout, Anson remained silent, just quietly watching Harry.

Until the words were all finished, Anson looked at Harry, whose chest was rising and falling violently and whose cheeks were red and about to explode, letting the silence quietly spread.

From passionate to silent, from volcanic eruption to glacial invasion, the extreme contrast made it difficult to adapt for a while.

Anxiety quietly spread.

On the verge of suffocation.

Then—

“Okay. We will continue to investigate.”

Anson said.

Harry was stunned: That’s… that’s it?

He had just given a passionate, lengthy, all-round argument and defense, and in the end, Anson gave such a response? How should he respond?

Something was wrong. Harry vaguely felt that things weren't that simple, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, leaving only emotions surging.

Words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't open his mouth, like a mouthful of thick phlegm, itching badly.

Anson didn't get a response, but he didn't mind. “You can leave now. Sorry, I can't provide any photos from the hospital.”

Harry: … …

Finally, he could finally escape from here, he could finally escape from the devil, but why didn't it feel real, and his body still couldn't move.

“Are you still waiting for an escort?”

“If you don't leave, I can't guarantee that you'll be able to leave safely.”

Harry's knees trembled slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see a figure standing up, blocking the light from the floor lamp. A tall shadow covered the entire room—

“I didn't say you could leave.” Lucas's voice slowly came.

Harry began to back away. “But Anson…”

Lucas: “Anson is Anson, I am I. We still have scores to settle. Don't worry, I won't call the police. The police will only make things worse.”

Not call the police?

Harry looked down and saw Lucas's slender figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a whole circle stronger than Anson. The answer was already on the tip of his tongue.

Damn it.

“Anson, Anson…” Harry called out repeatedly—

What's wrong with the Wood brothers? Such a big difference in style?

Harry quickly turned around and fled, pulling open the hospital room door and rushing out.

The black-suited bodyguard who had returned at some point stared at Harry with wide eyes. You looked at me and I looked at you. The black suit obviously didn't understand how Harry got in, but Harry couldn't care less.

Lucas's voice came from behind, “Catch him.”

Harry was shocked. Was Lucas going to use violence?

He appeared in Anson's hospital room, and as a result, he was intercepted by Anson's brother. Getting beaten up would be a waste. Even if it was exposed, he wouldn't win sympathy. What's worse, he didn't take any photos of Anson, so this beating would be purely for nothing.

No, no way.

Harry couldn't care anymore and ran away with his legs, burning his life and running at full speed, hoping that his legs could save him.

Run, Harry, run!