Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

Upon noticing Evelyn's gaze, Alice, with a silly grin, addressed her, "Evelyn... No, no, no! I should call you Miss Taylor now, right? You're a celebrity now."

Evelyn responded with a natural smile, "Alice, you make it sound so formal! What celebrity? If possible, I'd still be your employee."

Alice took Evelyn's words as a joke and playfully retorted, "If you want to come back to our bookstore, you're more than welcome. But given your current status..."

Evelyn interrupted her with a chuckle, "If I'm welcome, then I'll just come to work as usual tomorrow. Same salary, how about it?"

Stunned, Alice didn't know how to respond. She glanced at William, hoping he'd give her a hint.

But William turned his face away, providing no cues at all.

What could Alice do but smile at Evelyn? "You're welcome anytime you wish."

"Thanks, Alice." Evelyn naturally reached out and held Alice's hand, continuing, "We had plans to watch a movie last time but never made it. How about tonight... we head to the New York Film Festival? My company is preparing a movie, and there'll be a lot of celebrities."

Alice's smile turned somewhat rigid. She had indeed planned to watch a movie with Evelyn previously, but that was to set her up with William. They never went because William had an event at the school's dance department.

Now Evelyn was not only bringing up the past plan, but she was also suggesting the New York Film Festival instead of just a movie.

Indeed, with a change in status comes a change in activities?

Alice was familiar with the New York Film Festival.

It was akin to a grand banquet in the entertainment industry, attended by movie stars, singers, and, of course, renowned directors, scriptwriters, and investors.

"I'd rather not go to the New York Film Festival. I'm not interested in celebrities," Alice replied. Although she enjoyed movies, she wasn't into celebrity culture.

Being someone who spent years engrossed in medical research, her idols were figures like Hippocrates, Maimonides, Celsus, and her grandfather. Now, it was William.

William was her true idol.

Why bother about other celebrities when William was there?

In the past, Alice did find some young, handsome male celebrities strikingly handsome and charismatic. But now, when compared to William, they paled in comparison.

What do you mean by "heartthrob"?

William is the very definition of a heartthrob. Perfect from every angle, with superb medical skills, and even knows magic. Why would she need to attend the New York Film Festival?

Isn't watching William in the bookstore good enough?

Evelyn said with a playful smile, "Come on! Just for tonight, let's go. We don't have any other plans anyway."

"Let's go together," William suddenly suggested. "I'm quite curious. What exactly is the New York Film Festival?"

"The New York Film Festival is..." Alice started explaining to William.

William slightly furrowed his brows and said, "Alright, let's go. We don't have anything else to do."

He wouldn't let Evelyn influence his mindset. He would do what he wanted, and he was curious about the new and modern things in today's world.

After giving it some thought, he imagined the New York Film Festival as a gathering of actors.

Scriptwriters, investors, celebrities, and singers,all these were fresh occupations to William and seemed worth understanding.

"William, do you want to go? Let's go together," Evelyn said cheerfully. "Ever thought about becoming a celebrity? With your charisma, I think you'd become very popular."

"I don't plan on becoming a celebrity," William replied. "But I don't mind attending to see."

Evelyn laughed, "Then let's go pick out some formal wear. William, you don't have any proper suits, do you?"

William replied expressionlessly, "No need. I'm fine with what I have on." He had never been particular about clothing, especially the modern styles. He didn't really care for them.

In terms of exquisite and aesthetically pleasing attire, he felt that the clothing from the Renaissance era looked far better.

"Whatever suits you," Evelyn said, looking at Alice, "Alice, would you like to join me in picking out a dress?"

"Really?" Alice's eyes lit up at the mention of formal wear.

If William was attending tonight, shouldn't she dress up a bit more?

"Let's head downstairs," Evelyn suggested. "There's a dedicated dressing room there. I'll have the top fashion designers craft a dress for you."

"Downstairs?" Alice looked at Evelyn in confusion. "Isn't the Silvergate Tower all office spaces? We're currently on the forty-third floor; is there really a dressing room below?"

Evelyn nodded slightly. "Yes, downstairs. I've set up a dressing room and hired several top fashion designers to custom-make clothes for our employees. As you might know, many of my employees are 'demigods,' and they aren't accustomed to our modern attire."

"Your company's benefits are truly impressive," Alice commented with a dry chuckle. Having clothes custom-tailored by top designers for all employees was quite remarkable. Yet, considering Evelyn's current assets, it didn't seem all that surprising.

Wes and the others noticed that Evelyn bore no ill intentions toward them, so they accompanied her to the forty-second floor.

On the forty-second floor, Evelyn had more than a dozen renowned fashion designers waiting. All of them were internationally acclaimed, and even a single piece crafted by them would cost tens of thousands of dollars. Probably only someone of Evelyn's stature could afford to hire them directly.

"Tonight, we are attending the New York Film Festival. Master Alistair, would you be able to tailor a dress for my friend Alice?" Evelyn approached a tall, blonde gentleman, hoping he could create a piece for Alice.

"Alice, let Master Alistair take your measurements. I already have a gown prepared; I'll head to the changing room." Evelyn quickly excused herself to try on her dress.

As Alistair was about to measure Alice, William chimed in, "Alice, how about I craft a Renaissance gown for you? It's been a long time since I've tailored anything, and I'm itching to do so."

He looked around,most of the dresses in sight were typical Western gowns. They might be decent-looking, but none struck him as extraordinary.

"Renaissance gown?" Alice's eyes sparkled. The idea of wearing a historical dress to the New York Film Festival was both unexpected and enticing. "Absolutely! I'd love for you to make it for me!"

The joy of having William personally tailor a dress for her was unparalleled!

If William personally made a dress for her, it wouldn't matter if it were a ballgown or rags – she'd wear it proudly everywhere.

Alistair looked at William, asking in slightly accented, "You know how to tailor?"

William chuckled softly, not to belittle anyone, but when it came to tailoring, he was at the pinnacle of the craft. What did these so-called "masters" amount to in comparison to him?