Louis Snyder turned off his cell phone, closed his eyes wearily, and said, "Who I like has nothing to do with them. I never said I wanted to be with my fans forever—it’s all their own imagination."
Brother Davis was busy discussing a partnership with soone on the other end of the line. He only half listened to Louis’s words and responded casually, "Nowadays, it’s all about the fan economy. The company is responsible for creating personas, and fans eat that up. It’s good for them to indulge in their fantasies... Producer Cooper, about that script you ntioned last ti, our Louis is still part of the team. Could you look at the timing..."
As he spoke, Brother Davis had already walked away.
The sea breeze blew in gusts, waves churned forcefully.
The sand underfoot held the sun’s warmth so that even through shoes, the heat could be felt rising through the soles.
Watching the middle-aged woman caked in heavy makeup approaching him, Louis’s eyes filled with disgust, yet in the sunlight, he maintained an air of purity.
The woman, nad Hu Yan, had just turned forty-six that year. Due to costic surgeries, she appeared much older than her actual age. She was not a professional actress, but she had married well.
She was playing the mother of the female lead in this production, and everyone treated her with courtesy because her husband was one of the main investors.
The first few days were fine, but later, Hu Yan grew restless. Her husband, twenty years her senior, had made her hold her tongue for many years. Finally, with today’s opportunity, her favorite thing was the young male actors on set.
Although Louis was only the second male lead, his looks and temperant overshadowed the lead actor, and Hu Yan had set her sights on him from her first day on set.
Many in the crew could see her intentions and understood her style, but due to her husband, they dared not say anything.
Hu Yan approached, her eyes nearly glued to Louis’s face and unable to move away, "Little Louis, why are you sitting here all by yourself? Is it too hot? Do you want to call your assistant to buy you a drink?"
The umbrella provided only so much shade, and Hu Yan naturally sat down beside Louis.
Louis’s smile was laced with indifference, "No thanks, I’m fine."
"Look at you, being so formal with your sister!" she said, patting Louis’s hand gently, "I’m just worried about you. Such a young age to be on set—must be hard to get used to."
Hu Yan’s boldness grew as she touched him more freely.
Louis frowned, feeling nauseated. He pulled out a tissue and wiped his hand forcefully, as if trying to rub the skin raw.
Unaware, Hu Yan thought Louis was rely shy. She grinned, exposing deep wrinkles where her makeup cracked, "Little Louis, your sister thinks you have potential. Would you like to try being the male lead?"
As she spoke, her gaze fell on Louis’s waist.
The second male lead played a student, so Louis was wearing a school uniform specially designed by the production team.
Tall and youthful, he looked neat in a white shirt tucked into dark trousers, his long legs bent under him, especially his waist belted in a manner that added a touch of mature austerity to his boyish figure.
This was absolutely the type of boy that Hu Yan favored most.
She couldn’t help but swallow, her hand inching forward uncontrollably.
Just as she was about to touch him, Louis suddenly stood up.
Looking at the figure in the distance, the boy’s complexion turned pale instantly.
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