From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“… … Are you sure?”

“Yes, one hundred percent. The room light was definitely on last night.”

“But, he has roommates, don't forget… …”

“Harry, I'm serious. My own eyes saw Anson. Although I don't know where he came back from, he definitely entered the villa.”

“No, no, no. Your statements are inconsistent. You said you saw the room light, and now you say you saw Anson with your own eyes. Hey, don't try to fool me. I'm not some stupid amateur.”

“Sigh, I… … Okay, I didn't see Anson's face clearly, but I did see him enter the door and turn on his own room light.”

“So, it could also be Chris or James.”

Harry Percy demonstrated his professionalism, firmly grasping the key points in a fog, to the point where the other end of the phone was rendered speechless.

The pursuit of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston's scandals, the stalking of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez weren't this lively. Everything seems abnormal.

Anyway, Harry himself is fully prepared.

Because Harry knows that Anson is an opponent who needs to be treated with caution. No amount of caution is too much. He needs to put in one hundred and twenty percent of his energy.

Just like now.

The colleague on the other end of the phone obviously doesn't take it seriously, carrying his own guesses and associations. A sentence may be half-filled with water. A little carelessness may miss the details.

The consequences?

Harry doesn't want to think about the consequences, even just a thought makes his scalp tingle.

Then, a snicker came from the other end of the receiver.

“Harry, are you taking this too seriously? This Anson isn't a demon. He won't swallow you in one bite. I can hear your knees knocking together from this end of the phone.”

Harry was immediately poked at a sore spot, but strangely, he wasn't angry at all—

There's no need to be angry. These guys haven't really crossed swords with Anson, so one or two of them don't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Harry didn't defend himself, and threw a complaint directly over.

“You waited at Anson's door for three days and three nights, without seeing a single figure. Now half of Los Angeles's eyes are mobilized, but no one can find Anson's whereabouts. Could it be that you're hallucinating?”

The other side of the phone immediately died down, muttering for a long time without saying anything substantial.

Harry didn't say any more, and hung up the phone with a snap.

Originally, paparazzi are all lone wolves. In order to dig up exclusives, they need to be able to endure loneliness. Everyone has their own informants and their own circles.

But this time, everyone is clueless. Gradually, they began to exchange information and share what they had. Harry even mobilized a group of partners to dig Anson out even if they had to dig three feet into the ground.

Not only Los Angeles, but resources from major cities such as New York, Chicago, Seattle, and Atlanta have been mobilized, but still to no avail.

Anson just disappeared from under their noses.

Of course, there are many possibilities. It's even possible that Anson has left the North American continent; but Harry secretly followed Anson's agent Edgar for a period of time, and even paid attention to Edgar's assistant—

He has a bold guess that Anson is still in Los Angeles.

So, they returned to the most primitive and simplest method:

Staking out and tailing.

Before and after, five days passed in the blink of an eye, but there was still no progress. Although they vaguely saw some figures, they couldn't be sure.

The whole thing is also becoming more and more weird.

Maybe other colleagues weren't careful enough when staking out, so they missed the opportunity. After all, it is indeed difficult to maintain concentration during long-term staking; maybe Anson simply didn't come back, and their judgment was completely wrong. Those figures they saw were purely their wishful thinking.

In short, there are many possibilities, and Harry is unwilling and dare not think deeply.

Taking a deep breath, Harry regained his composure and looked back at the villa in front of him.

So, was the figure glimpsed in the villa last night Anson himself? Or Anson's roommate? Or just a… … Phantom of the Opera?

Calm. He needs to calm down.

After all, this is a tough battle. He doesn't know when he will see the dawn, or even if he will see the dawn.

Wait—

There's movement.

Harry's pupils shrank, and he immediately pressed tightly against the back of the chair, hiding his figure. He didn't want to be discovered by Anson.

Once his whereabouts are exposed, Harry doesn't know what storm he will be drawn into next.

Now Harry finally understands what it feels like for Tom Cruise to be so nervous and sweating profusely in "Mission: Impossible". He is clearly standing still but still sweating continuously. The sweat is really pouring down, and the scalding hot sweat is sliding down his temples.

But Harry was concentrating, his attention was completely on the villa, and he didn't notice it at all.

Until… … That is, Chris Evans?

Damn it!

Wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and a baseball cap, although he couldn't see the contours of his face clearly, there was no doubt that it was Chris. Under the morning sun, a little observation could reveal the difference between Chris and Anson, which made Harry want to swear—

Sure enough, ominous premonitions never go wrong.

Letting out a long breath, Harry's tense shoulder lines relaxed, and he lay on the backrest like a puddle of mud, staring blankly at Chris.

It seems that Anson is not there at all. The one who appeared last night should be Chris; but, if Anson's room light did turn on last night, what was the reason? What was Chris doing in Anson's room?

Thoughts, paused in his mind.

The corner of his eye noticed Chris getting into the driver's seat and driving away. Ghostly, Harry started the engine and followed Chris away.

Reason?

No reason, purely an intuition, or rather an instinct. Anyway, there was no gain at the villa, so why not try and see.

Chris's vehicle didn't have anything suspicious at all. It didn't enter a remote place. The whole way was familiar streets and familiar scenery. As time went on, Harry increasingly suspected that he was running around blindly.

Chris?

What is he thinking? Why does he think that following Chris can find clues?

Slightly looking around, they are heading north of Los Angeles, not to Burbank, but in the mountain area near Universal Studios.

Harry immediately understood that Chris should be going to audition. There are three audition companies nearby, and actors naturally often frequent here. Chris's behavior is also not abnormal in any way.

Hoo.

Letting out a long breath, Harry calmed down, realizing that this was useless. He should turn around and return to the villa and continue to stake it out; but just at this moment, the corner of Harry's eye noticed a figure walking out.

That is—

Wait, that is… … Connor?