From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“So, is there anything else we need to discuss?”

The air was a little quiet.

Because Ansen was so cooperative, the complicated situation became clear all at once, and now the reporters didn't know how to approach it.

Ansen shrugged lightly, revealing a smile, “I hope I can become friends with them in the future. Any of them would be fine; they are all unattainable existences.”

His lips curved upward, revealing a set of neat, white teeth.

The reporters were a little discouraged—

They had anticipated that Ansen might be tricky, but they hadn't expected him to be so tricky.

Helpless, the reporters inquired about Paris Fashion Week and Dior's runway show. The atmosphere of united attack and tension was nowhere to be found; instead, there was a relaxed and carefree vibe.

Throughout the entire process, Ansen was very cooperative, not only patient and calm but also friendly and approachable. It wasn't until all the questions were finished that Ansen calmly left the scene under the protection of airport security personnel. There was no crowding or chaos; Ansen didn't even break a sweat, remaining completely dry.

Security personnel: Never encountered such an easy and simple job!

In the arrival hall of Los Angeles Airport, the reporters stood in place, feeling a sense of emptiness. Was everything really alright?

Meanwhile.

As soon as they got in the car, Eve and Edgar became busy. Ansen had already solved most of the problem. The framework and the path had been cleared, but they still needed to seize the opportunity to ensure that the follow-up didn't deviate from the track.

The busyness continued all the way to their destination. The vehicle had safely escorted Ansen home, but Eve and Edgar were still on the phone, sending emails, unable to stop.

Only Ansen was idle.

Ansen wasn't surprised. After a simple farewell, he got out of the car alone.

With a single glance, Ansen could see the unfamiliar vehicles parked across the street, as well as the unfamiliar figures leaning against the car doors and pacing around—

Paparazzi.

This was a first.

He hadn't been able to get the paparazzi to follow him home because of his work, but he was enjoying this kind of treatment for the first time because of a fashion week trip.

Rustle, rustle.

The paparazzi noticed Ansen's figure and were very surprised, because there were no other vehicles or figures. The lone car seemed particularly relaxed.

Logically, the airport probably wouldn't yield any useful information. After the reporters photographed Ansen's embarrassed escape, they would continue to chase him, relentlessly tailing Ansen all the way to his residence to launch a second wave of encirclement.

But now?

Because there was only one car, the paparazzi didn't realize that this might be Ansen's vehicle, and as a result, they were caught off guard.

In a flurry of activity, the paparazzi hurriedly picked up their cameras, ready to press the shutter, fearing that Ansen would slip straight into the house. They didn't have time to surround him, but they didn't expect…

“Hey, Kevin.”

Ansen didn't turn around and run away. Instead, he stood generously in the sunlight, showing a smile, as if he had seen an old friend, and greeted him warmly.

Paparazzi: ? ? ?

Wait, Ansen has friends among the paparazzi?

Harry-Percy was playing dead.

Crap. Crap crap crap. What is Ansen doing! He just greeted him like that? What to do now? He couldn't respond or not respond, in a dilemma, so what should he do? Damn it! Crap crap crap!

What kind of fantasy is this? Those celebrities hate the paparazzi every time they see them, and they go crazy at the slightest disagreement. How could they possibly become friends with the paparazzi? Moreover, they've only met once, just once!

How did Ansen remember him?

Harry wanted to die.

Harry could sense the probing gazes from all directions swarming in, one or two of them searching for the truth, but obviously no one knew what was going on—

Kevin, which Kevin?

Harry tried his best to hide his figure, concealing his face behind the camera, pressing the shutter, using the flash to blur the line of sight and interfere with attention. His mind was filled with only one thought:

Go. You go!

However, Ansen didn't let Harry get his wish.

“How long have you been waiting here?”

“You should ask your colleagues at the airport to update you on the situation. I don't think you should waste your time here, otherwise you might fall behind.”

Paparazzi: ? ? ?

Click, click, click… Click… Click…

Rarely, the paparazzi's shutter-pressing movements slowed down significantly, gradually calming down. One or two of them looked at each other, but couldn't determine what the situation was.

“Kevin, don't fall behind.”

Ansen waved again, showing a smile, before turning to walk towards the house.

The whole place was confused.

Not only Eve, but Edgar also widened his eyes, filled with astonishment and amazement.

Eve then retracted her satisfied smile and patted the back of the driver's seat, “Alright, let's go. The next good show will be an invisible battle.”

Who would have thought that you could face the paparazzi like this?

It wasn't until Harry-Percy was the first to get into the driver's seat, step on the gas, and drive away that the balance was broken, and the front of Ansen's house suddenly became chaotic.

The paparazzi exchanged glances. Some left immediately, some got into the driver's seat and dialed their phones, and some strode towards Ansen's residence, trying to see if they could capture some shots from the garden's perspective.

A scene of chaos.

Not only Eve, but Edgar also stared wide-eyed, filled with shock and amazement.

Eve then retracted her satisfied smile and patted the back of the driver's seat, “Alright, let's go. The next good show will be an invisible battle.”

Eve was right—

Ansen's calm response at the airport completely changed the rules of the game. Looking back at Ansen and Winona's uprightness and frankness at Paris Fashion Week, it became even more important to extinguish all the suspicions and dirt hidden in the shadows.

If all the rumors about Ansen and Winona were fabricated, then… what was the purpose of the original source of the rumors?

Perhaps, the truth is hidden here.

Digging a little, it was like poking a hornet's nest, and now it's lively.