Chapter 194
Hearing those words, Sarah’s anxiety melted away. She mustered the courage to approach Aiken for an autograph.
Just like Anthea had said, stars are just regular folks. Alken was incredibly approachable, not only signing an autograph but also taking a selfie with Sarah.
And of course, Sarah couldn’t resist showing off the moment on her social media.
Three hours later, the gala came to a close.
Anthea and Sarah stepped into the crisp night air, the chill barely touching them thanks to their temperature–regulated gowns. A single coat draped over their shoulders was all they needed to keep the cold at bay.
“Excuse me, are you Miss YC?” A pleasant male voice called from behind.
Anthea turned slightly, “And you are?”
The man stood about six feet tall, quite a looker with a face that could make a crowd of girls scream.
“I’m Henry, a fellow streamer at RealTimeFlow! You were amazing on stage. Could we exchange contacts, get to know each other a bit?” He finished, visibly nervous as he awaited Anthea’s response.
Seeing someone else initiate the conversation was new for him, all because Anthea was simply stunning.
Even though Anthea was the one being approached, it was Sarah who was visibly excited. Henry was a superstar influencer!
There they stood by the roadside, one dashingly handsome, the other as picturesque as a painting, impossible to overlook.
Sherman, just settling into the backseat of his car, caught sight of the pair and his hand, twisting a pen, paused mid–air. He instructed the driver, “Pull over there, please.”
The driver glanced ahead. Wasn’t that the young lady from yesterday?
Judging by Mr. Christensen’s expression, could it be jealousy?
Unbelievable, the perennial bachelor Mr. Christensen showing such a side.
The driver stifled a chuckle under the guise of scratching an itch.
After exchanging contacts with Henry, a subdued Maybach pulled up in front of Anthea. The window rolled down to reveal a face far too stern for the hour, “Ms. Yeager, it’s quite late. May I offer you a ride?”
Henry was stunned, thinking he was seeing things. Was this Mr. Christensen?
“Ugh, hello, Mr. Christensen.”
With a slight nod, Sherman stepped out of the car with gentlemanly grace and opened the door for Anthea and Sarah..
Realizing the time, Anthea didn’t decline. After bidding Henry farewell, she and Sarah slid into the backseat. “Thank you, Mr. Christensen.”
“No worries, it’s on the way,” replied Sherman, his tone indifferent.
On the way? The driver’s mouth twitched. If memory served him right, Anthea’s hotel was in the exact opposite direction to where Sherman lived. A full 60 kilometers round trip.
Talk about being on the way!
The car ride was silent, with hardly a word exchanged until they reached the hotel about half an hour later.
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Stepping out, Sarah took a deep breath and exclaimed, “I was so nervous! Mr. Christensen is like a block of ice, so intimidating!”
Anthea raised an eyebrow, “Is he really that scary?”
Sarah nodded vigorously, “Absolutely!”
Back at her hotel, Rebecca planned to open/her livestream and play the sympathy card, hoping to regain the audience she’d lost that evening. But upon logging in, she was shocked to find her followers had halved–from thirty million to just ten!
The comments on her recent videos were all about her looks. People thought she’d become ugly!
She had been quite attractive before, even with some help from filters, but this was too much.
Rebecca hurriedly searched for a mirror and was greeted by a pale, listless face, like someone starved of nourishment, devoid of any spark.
Accustomed to her filtered beauty, Rebecca couldn’t accept that this weary reflection was her own. Touching her cheek, her voice trembled, “System, when can I go back to how I looked before?”
[You will regain your appearahce once the system upgrades to level 10.]
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Level 10? Rebecca was stunned. When she had first come back, the system was at level 10, and all this time, it hadn’t even leveled up
to 11…
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