From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Were Anson and Matt considered friends?

Barely.

Exactly a year ago, the two met in New York's Chinatown to learn martial arts and practiced together for a while, making them friends who shared sweat; but privately, they never met up, not even for a meal. In that light, they should probably be considered colleagues.

Now, Matt is embroiled in a complicated romantic entanglement, bearing the infamy of doubly hurting Winona, and facing a public image crisis. What should he do?

Anyone with a brain would know that Matt's PR team is trying to find a way out of this predicament, perhaps even maliciously scheming that the paparazzi who were attacking Winona were incited by them—that's not impossible.

And now, sleep has met the pillow just at the right time. Would they refuse?

Edgar didn't think so.

Actually, the truly clever approach isn't to promote the rumors between Winona and Anson.

Although that could shift the focus, the timeline doesn't match up. Unless they can produce evidence that Winona and Anson had been secretly involved a year ago, things will only get more complicated. Matt and Penelope's affair will still be unforgivable, and they might even fall into a worse predicament—

A carnival of gleeful onlookers.

The brilliant move would be to use this rumor as a foundation to proclaim that Winona and Matt had already been drifting apart. There were problems between them to begin with. Even before Anson appeared, there were already cracks in their relationship. Matt turning to others for comfort isn't shameful, and it subtly implies that Winona had also developed feelings for someone else.

See, the focus isn't on Anson, but on the circumstances of Anson's appearance, emphasizing that this situation isn't the first time.

In this way, Matt can get a pass. Although it won't cover up his affair, it will gain him sympathy and understanding.

The situation can be reversed immediately.

The only problem is, can Matt Damon's PR team think of this?

But.

Edgar couldn't take the risk.

Edgar didn't believe in the friendship between Matt and Anson, nor did he trust the Hollywood scene, because Matt could afford to lose. Even if he were to bear the infamy of being a heartless man this time, with the support of the Boston circle, Matt could easily erase the damage; but Anson couldn't. His foundation was too shallow.

Therefore, Edgar needed to turn the situation around, turning passivity into initiative.

There's a famous saying in Hollywood: a crisis is also an opportunity, it all depends on how you seize it.

So, Edgar took action.

In 2001, mobile devices were still not allowed on airplanes; but if those Wall Street tycoons needed to urgently contact the ground, what could they do?

In-flight phones.

Because the signal and lines of the in-flight phone are controlled by the cockpit, even if contacting the ground, it won't interfere with their communication with ground signal towers, so it's allowed.

But there are two things: first, it's expensive, very, very expensive; second, you need to contact the flight attendants and ask for permission before you can make a call.

For Edgar, none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was that he needed to get in touch with Eve.

Ultimately, Anson was right again, they still needed Eve.

"Mr. Wood, is there anything we can help you with?"

A flight attendant noticed Edgar's busyness and immediately came to Anson, asking with a smile.

Compared to Edgar, Anson seemed much more relaxed, a smile spreading across his lips, "Sure, could I ask if you have any warm milk?"

The flight attendant was slightly stunned, quietly gazing into Anson's eyes, the corners of her mouth also curving upwards, "Of course, no problem."

If Anson had to panic every time he encountered an emergency, he might have died of heart failure long ago in his previous life.

In those long and chaotic years, Anson gradually understood that the more urgent and chaotic the situation, the more one needed to remain calm—

It's difficult, very, very difficult, but it's often the best way to solve problems. So, even if it's difficult, you still need to stay calm.

Moreover, among those names—Winona Ryder, Tom Cruise, Matt Damon, Penelope Cruz—he really was just a small shrimp. At a time when whales were fighting, he couldn't control the situation, so it was better to relax and go with the flow.

Turning his head to look out the window, the white clouds gradually fell beneath his feet. The autumn overcast skies that constantly shrouded Paris were spread out like cotton candy beneath his feet. The transparent sunlight fell upon the palm of his hand through the porthole, and his tired and sore muscles slowly stretched out in the warmth.

When Edgar finished his busy work and was finally able to catch his breath, he turned around and saw that Anson had already reclined his seat and put on an eye mask, drowsily falling asleep.

His breathing was steady.

Edgar was stunned, not knowing whether to cry or laugh for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, Anson had always slept restlessly during this time in Paris. Now that Anson could sleep, recharge his energy to face the media, that was a good thing, right?

Involuntarily, Edgar consciously lightened his footsteps, let out a long breath, and ordered an espresso. Although he was also so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he couldn't sleep now, so he perked up and continued to work.

A smooth journey—

Throughout the entire journey, Anson didn't get up to eat. He just buried himself in sleep for twelve hours. The sunrise and sunset outside the porthole were all blocked, and nothing could disturb Anson.

Even Edgar was a little worried. The flight attendants also frequently came to inquire, worried about whether Anson needed help, but Edgar remained calm, stopped the flight attendants, and let Anson continue to sleep peacefully.

It wasn't until thirty minutes before landing that Edgar finally shook Anson awake.

"Huu…"

Anson sat up straight, his cheeks flushed, his eyes still tightly closed, using body language to protest, looking like he still hadn't had enough sleep.

The flight attendants came again and again.

Not only Edgar, but even other first-class passengers could sense that the flight attendants on this flight were taking extra care of these two passengers.

The Anson in front of them no longer had his usual appearance. His hair, like a bird's nest, and his rosy cheeks revealed a hint of childishness, but this innocent appearance had a unique charm.

The flight attendant gave a warm smile, "Of course, no problem."

Surroundings:? ? ? Hey, why was I refused a glass of whiskey just now? Is that fair?

Edgar looked at Anson, "Did you get enough sleep?"

"No."

Anson's answer was very straightforward, "Honestly, I'm very dangerous right now. I have a lot of morning grumpiness to vent, but I'm prepared. Los Angeles should be opening its jaws, waiting for me to land, right?"

"They think this is a sure thing, then let's see who is the prey and who is the hunter, heh."