From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

After a whole year of getting along, Edgar thought he knew Anson well enough, but now, looking at Anson in front of him, he still occasionally felt a sense of unfamiliarity:

A kind of coldness and cruelty that revealed decisiveness in understatement.

That wasn't just a pose, but a tenacity and murderous aura truly honed through adversity.

Edgar couldn't help but wonder what Anson had experienced in his short life. Whenever he felt this way, he had a strange feeling that there was a weathered soul inside that young, handsome exterior.

"Mr. Wood."

A flight attendant returned, interrupting Edgar's thoughts.

Heh, how could that be possible.

Edgar denied the thought himself, took a deep breath, and thought that no matter what, he would stand behind Anson, which was the only important thing.

Anson offered a smile, "Thank you very much."

The flight attendant returned a smile as well, then observed her surroundings. She squatted down in front of Anson, lowered her voice, and said politely, "Mr. Wood, we all like you very much. The designs for this fashion week are really cool. May I ask, after the plane lands safely, will we have the honor of taking a photo with you?"

Anson raised an eyebrow slightly, "We?"

The beauty in front of him, with an oval face, willow eyebrows, gentle eyes, and shy smile, now had two red blushes on her cheeks. "My colleagues and I."

As soon as she finished speaking, she pursed her lips self-consciously. "Sorry, please forgive our unprofessional behavior."

A smile appeared in Anson's eyes, "No, there's no need to apologize.

This is the first time someone has called out my name outside of North America, and it's also the first time someone has asked to take a photo. I finally have a little bit of a sense of reality now. To be precise, I should be thanking you."

The oval-faced beauty was slightly surprised, "The first time?" But she immediately realized her impoliteness, "Just the first of many times to come."

Anson, "I'll be looking forward to it."

They exchanged a look, and both chuckled lightly.

After the flight attendant turned and left, Edgar revealed a smile:

Opening up recognition is a crucial step, which also means that Anson has taken an important step in the international market; and it seems like it's more than that.

Edgar then noticed that the flight attendant hadn't just given Anson bread and butter, but a full meal, and he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

"Shhh."

Anson put his finger on his lips, "Keep a low profile. We need to keep a low profile, and then I'll finish eating as soon as possible without affecting personal safety."

Edgar was able to catch the teasing in Anson's words, and couldn't help but chuckle along.

The plane landed smoothly, and Anson and Edgar didn't encounter any accidents.

All the way until the plane was stably connected to the jet bridge, the first-class passengers left the cabin first, but Anson stayed behind, taking photos and shaking hands with the crew members.

The fan service ended, and the bustling figures reluctantly scattered around, their adoring gazes constantly revolving around Anson's face.

French.

The fluent and elegant French language came with a romantic color.

In an instant, rustling gazes all fell on Sophie, filled with excitement and envy. Even though there was no sound, one could still feel the surge in the air, and then Anson didn't linger any longer and turned to leave.

Buzz.

The flight attendants in the cabin could no longer control their excitement.

"Oh, God, he's so sexy."

"His eyes are so charming."

"I almost got lost in his eyes."

"And that accent!"

"Ah, ah, ah."

In an instant, all the flight attendants transformed into fangirls, temporarily abandoning their professionalism, carefully feeling the burst of hormones, almost losing control.

Those restlessness and joy spread in the air.

Edgar paused slightly, caught the surge behind him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he quickly chased after him in two or three steps.

"How did you do it?"

Edgar couldn't help but be curious. Anson had been sleeping the whole time, but he had easily captured the hearts of the entire crew; and Anson had also accurately said the oval-faced beauty's name.

Although Edgar didn't understand French, he believed that "Sophie" should be her name.

That's right, French, Edgar didn't have time to explore this matter at all.

Anson revealed a smile, "Name? Each flight attendant has a name tag, a glance is enough to know, it just requires a little observation, it's not magic."

Edgar blinked his eyes, "They have name tags?"

Anson shrugged lightly —

Actually, they are all the same.

When passengers evolve from "ladies and gentlemen" to "Mr. Wood", that kind of special treatment can easily make people feel respected, and when flight attendants evolve from "service personnel" to "Sophie", they are no longer a general image of serving tea and water, but have vitality.

He took a step forward.

Edgar suddenly thought of his first meeting with Anson in the same way, and today was the same.

Anson was still the Anson he knew, and he hadn't changed because of the achievements he had made in just one year.

This is a good thing.

Edgar followed Anson's footsteps and left the airport all the way through the VIP通道, "Eve and the car are already waiting outside, I will notify them to come over now."

Anson showed a smile, "Isn't it necessary to be so formal?

Maybe no one came to the airport at all, it's purely our own blind thinking."

It's not that Anson is belittling himself, the fact is that what does it matter to people if a whale fights, and they are just paying attention to a shrimp like him?

And there is also a point that the speed of information dissemination is not so fast now, and public relations reactions are often not so rapid. Unlike twenty years later, a response must be made within a few hours, otherwise, they may fall into passivity. Right now, a few days of grace and buffer time are still not a problem.

Perhaps their tension and vigilance are unnecessary troubles.

Edgar rolled his eyes, "That would be great, I'd rather be quiet for a while, our contract hasn't been signed yet, it's best not to have any twists and turns…"

Now, nothing is more important than "Cat and Mouse Game", this is the top priority, they must win this cooperation, there is no room for discussion.

But before he could finish speaking, Eve's phone call had already been dialed directly.

"Be careful, the airport is surrounded."

Without saying a word, it came crashing down on him.

Edgar didn't have time to react, "What do you mean the airport is surrounded, do you think we're staging an OJ - Simpson chase show right now?"

OJ - Simpson, an American football superstar, was accused of murdering his wife in 1994, which was also known as the trial of the century.

Originally, Simpson said that he would go to the police to surrender, but he did not go to the police station on the deadline date, but tried to flee to Burbank Private Airport to escape punishment, so the Los Angeles police launched a chase on the highway, like a Hollywood movie.

At that time, the TV station even sent a helicopter to broadcast the entire chase live, and interrupted the NBA Finals live broadcast.

Before Edgar's complaint was over, a torrent of heat engulfed him and Anson directly —

The world fell into a white light.