From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Swish, swish, swish.

All eyes focused on Lucas, and Eve and Edgar's eyes lit up.

Clearly, Lucas's suggestion was quite good.

But Edgar was still a little worried about Anson's opinion and didn't speak.

Eve, however, didn't have so many scruples, "I think this is feasible."

The air in the ward stiffened slightly.

But Lucas's eyes were firm. This time was different, he couldn't stand idly by.

Anson looked slightly helpless.

Because he knew that even if he objected, Lucas would still insist.

However, Anson still needed to try, "Lucas, even if you don't show up, we still have backup plans, right? Eve?"

Eve's gaze shifted between the Wood brothers. Although Anson's eyes were also very sharp, Lucas's eyes could almost pierce through skin—

Jesus Christ, did they know how thick her skin was? If they could pierce through her skin, the sharpness of their eyes was evident.

In a flash, Eve determined her strategy, "Indeed, we have prepared a backup plan."

"But," Eve looked at Anson, her tone changing, "We've done everything we should, but I can't guarantee the result. Remember what you said? You can't ask James and Kristen to risk their careers for you, and likewise, you can't ask other actors."

"So, we can only guide, but there's no guarantee. We don't know how things will develop next."

"Otherwise, Anson, how about this? If you allow me to persuade James and Kristen to make a public statement and stand by you, then we don't need to…"

…bother Lucas.

The second half of the sentence was naturally swallowed, and Eve looked at Anson with a well-behaved expression.

Anson looked at Eve, "Eve, if Lucas is threatening you, you can squeak."

Eve, "…Meow?"

You look at me, I look at you, especially Eve's clever, darting eyes, which were very comical.

It was obvious that Eve was refuting Anson in this way.

Clearly, Eve and Anson had different ideas.

Lucas looked at Anson with a calm expression: See?

Anson couldn't help it. He closed his eyes, pondered carefully, then reopened his eyes and looked at Lucas, still finding it difficult to accept the situation.

Although Anson knew that if the paparazzi were interested, it wouldn't be difficult to expose his family; but in Hollywood, an artist's life and their family's life are separated, and it's an unspoken agreement to avoid disturbing the artist's family as much as possible.

But now, Lucas was taking the initiative to stand under the spotlight, and the consequences were unpredictable.

Anson tried to salvage the situation again, "Lucas, your appearance like this might scare the kids."

Lucas was unmoved, "Exactly, that's the effect we're after."

Anson, "Is there anything I can do to stop you?"

Lucas, "Rest well, rehabilitate well, and then play Spider-Man well."

Anson was speechless for a moment and couldn't help but laugh.

Lucas nodded slightly, "Good boy, be obedient."

Anson lay on the hospital bed with a lifeless expression, pretending to be a dead fish.

Edgar, who was next to him, was trying very hard to hold back his laughter, while Eve didn't give him any face at all, laughing very wildly and exaggeratedly until the muscles in her face stiffened.

…

550 Madison Avenue, a sea of people, densely packed.

A hubbub of noise.

In fact, a small group of people had gradually chosen to leave the scene.

Between Sony Columbia's statement and the suspicions of conspiracy theories, they chose to believe the former. The reason they were willing to come to the rally and protest was because Sony Columbia had no moral bottom line in treating Anson, but now that the misunderstanding had been resolved, there was naturally no reason to continue staying.

A small group of fans tried their best to persuade them to stay, but they still couldn't convince them, and they could visibly see the crowd turning around and leaving in twos and threes.

Like a sandcastle, inevitably eroding away.

Despite this, the vast majority of fans still stayed, and the number was still considerable; but it was undeniable that the crowded mass had shrunk by a third.

Perhaps the number of fans who actually left wasn't that many, maybe only a fifth, or at most a quarter; but gaps and spaces began to appear in the dense crowd, and the visual impact was such that it created the illusion that the loss of personnel was particularly serious.

The atmosphere was still lively, but a slight unease could be quietly detected.

It seemed that Sony Columbia's official statement had still had an effect, and the situation was gradually turning back in Sony Columbia's favor.

However, before long, things took another turn.

A man appeared, without talking to anyone or making any gestures, simply quietly joining the crowd and looking at the Sony Columbia building.

Black hoodie, black jeans, black canvas shoes with a black baseball cap, all in black, particularly conspicuous, yet his slender legs, broad shoulders, and well-proportioned figure easily caught the eye.

In just three to five minutes, whispers and discussions spread, and soon someone identified the person's identity—

Lucas Wood. Anson's brother.

He became famous for his forceful response at the hospital gate, spreading like wildfire among the fervent fans.

Now, many people knew that Anson had a handsome and dashing brother; and this brother, who had always kept a low profile, had finally appeared in the public eye.

Now, Lucas had appeared again.

After a brief commotion and excitement, confusion and speculation spread through the crowd.

Originally, Lucas was right in front of them, and they could just go up and ask; but Lucas's aloofness, which seemed to say 'stay away', made people retreat, afraid of being caught in the storm, and one or two could only look from afar and secretly speculate.

Later, someone finally couldn't control their curiosity and approached in groups of three or five, asking cautiously.

Lucas was still aloof. He didn't answer the question, but instead asked, "You came to support Anson, didn't you?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Lucas withdrew his gaze and didn't speak again. No matter how others asked, this iceberg remained standing there.

Several young girls were snubbed and turned away dejectedly.

Various speculations spread in whispers, and finally, they realized that no answer was needed, Lucas's actions themselves were the answer—

Supporting Anson.

Obviously, Lucas was also dissatisfied with Sony Columbia's response; obviously, that seemingly perfect statement was actually avoiding the important issues and focusing on the trivial; obviously, Sony Columbia was preparing to deflect the focus with a light touch, and Lucas was using his actions to express his protest.

Whispers spread, one to ten, ten to a hundred.

The crowd stirred again.

Originally, the scene was filled with a sense of uncertainty and unease, which could collapse at any time and be reduced to a disunited rabble. Others had gradually left, so that those who remained began to wonder if they should leave, unsure if continuing to stay here was the right choice.

And was it worth it?

But now, because of Lucas's appearance, their mood had calmed down again.