Laura Jones didn’t stay long at William Wilson’s house. As a young fan with only a thief’s courage and a lady from a prestigious family, she knew the basics of etiquette.
After finishing her coffee, she only sat for a little while before getting up to leave.
William felt a slight sense of loss seeing her about to leave, but he didn’t insist on her staying.
The two of them had just begun to have so interaction, so it was still best to maintain a proper distance.
With this in mind, William got up and escorted her to the door.
"If you ever need anything, you can reach out to directly next ti."
As he spoke, he gestured to her phone and said softly:
"Add ."
Laura didn’t imdiately catch on to what he was saying. Seeing him suddenly co out with this, she didn’t understand his aning at first.
She looked at him quizzically, about to ask when William added, "Instagram."
Laura understood, then picked up her phone and opened Instagram to find a friend request from William Wilson.
Before this, she had never dread that she could add her idol on Instagram and even live across the hall from him.
"Having an award-winning actor as a neighbor is truly great."
Laura couldn’t help but marvel.
William was initially taken aback, but he quickly understood her sentints and lowered his head with a soft chuckle.
"Mr. Wilson, I’ll be heading back now. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Only after watching Laura return ho did William close his door. When he returned to the living room, his phone rang.
It was his agent.
"There’s a fashion week in Milan the day after tomorrow. I sent you an invitation. Do you have ti to attend?"
The agent had been a classmate of William Wilson in college and knew all about his family background.
He also knew that William seldom liked participating in these fashion events, so he was just asking as a formality.
After a few seconds of silence, William surprisingly agreed, which caught the agent off guard. The agent then jokingly asked—
"Who are you?"
William: "..."
Knowing what his old classmate was thinking, William didn’t bother with witty remarks and directly asked:
"Is there a problem?"
The manner of speaking was unmistakably William Wilson.
The agent sighed on the other end of the line and said:
"You’re usually not this agreeable, which makes feel a bit flattered... no, more like startled."
At this point, the agent paused and asked:
"Who has changed your disposition?"
William ignored his teasing and said directly:
"At the ti, I’ll need a few original high-definition photos without any retouching."
The agent didn’t understand this odd request at all.
Most celebrities wish their photos were edited to be stunningly gorgeous. Who would want originals, thinking they’re not ugly enough?
Of course, with William’s face, there’s little difference between the raw and retouched photos.
In the entertainnt industry, the only person who could demand original photos with confidence was probably William Wilson.
Thinking this, the agent couldn’t help but curiously ask:
"What do you need the originals for?"
William, holding his phone, was silent for a few seconds. Rembering Laura’s reaction when she saw him with a nosebleed at the Jones Family, his lips curled into a smile.
"To give to a friend’s little sister."
"Which friend’s little sister?"
The agent, being William’s classmate, naturally also knew William’s friends.
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