"Sumr, Artie has so great news for you. Artie helped little Sumr get a bit of revenge, giving the Master of Fa a good drenching."
Artie crossed her arms over her 36D chest, stroked her arms, and shook off the goosebumps before continuing, "Imagine soone wading in their own mouthwash, and then..."
For the Pouting Siren, who had a "slight" cleanliness obsession, helping Sumr Fairmont get revenge was more terrifying than entering a haunted house.
"Okay."
"Sumr, you just use one word to complint, how is that enough? You should praise as the ultimate unbeatable cosmic aweso!"
"Aweso." Sumr Fairmont’s emotionless "aweso" sounded completely from a different planet compared to Artie’s enthusiastic "aweso."
"Oh co on, say two more words; it’s not like you’ll lose a piece of at or have to pay extra tax! I just casually threw so water, and it sent the Master of Fa straight to the ICU, you know!"
"Nothing wrong?"
"Of course nothing’s wrong with your Artie; don’t you see whose big sister I am, super fierce and super aweso, right?"
"ICU."
"Ah, you an you want to know if the person sent to the ICU is okay! Are you even my universe-shaking, ghost-marking, number one best friend?" Artie sounded a bit jealous.
Surprisingly, Sumr Fairmont’s first concern was not whether her delicate, jade-like beauty was okay.
Gosh, did I hear that wrong?
"..." Sumr Fairmont was so concise she didn’t utter a word.
"Alright, I admit it, I was kidding. It didn’t really get to the ICU level. Sumr, don’t be scared okay?" Artie was the type that, even when Sumr Fairmont was utterly silent on the other end of the phone, never ran out of things to say.
"Hmm." The one-word mantra of Sumr Fairmont was back online.
"Sumr, listen, the ambulance just arrived. How could soone get to the ICU that quick? Can you hear the ambulance’s siren?" The Pouting Siren’s tone hinted with a little excitent.
"I don’t believe it."
"How could Sumr not believe Artie? It’s true; I really called an ambulance, and Artie truly helped Sumr get revenge!"
As the ambulance siren sounded from the other end of the phone, Sumr Fairmont’s emotions finally showed a tinge of concern: "Still pretending?"
Artie often pulled off so "little antics," but she was never a "techie" who would take the props seriously enough.
"No way, no way! Little Artie wouldn’t trick Sumr twice in a row, definitely not a third ti. Didn’t we agree jokes should not exceed three tis? Sumr, let tell you, the ambulance was called by my brother! Artie helping Sumr get revenge, how could there be any discount? How could it be anything less than universe-shaking and unstoppable?"
"Impressive." Sumr Fairmont’s tone quickly cald down again.
If Artie were ssing around alone, she wouldn’t be comfortable, but with her overly doting brother involved, there was no problem at all.
Being in Scotland, even if Sumr Fairmont’s heart went to Artie’s side, her physical location couldn’t change.
Sean Lowell changed his clothes, heading for the venue with his hair still wet.
Gordon Sterling followed Sean Lowell, speechless.
Taking the road by "flying," have you considered the heavyweight feeling of three hundred forty pounds?
"Anyone who knows the situation would know you’re going to tell the driver you don’t need an ambulance, but those who don’t might think you’re rushing to the ambulance to reincarnate!" Gordo was a bit annoyed.
With such a special body as Sean’s, he should at least take a ten-minute hot shower to drive the chill out, blow-dry his hair properly, and then co out.
"I’ll find soone; you handle the ambulance." Sean sped up without looking back.
Gordon himself knew that Sean was already soaked to the bone, going to the hospital now would mostly be for peace of mind.
Hospitals are for treating illnesses, not for prevention.
But even if it’s just for peace of mind, Gordon still wanted to try.
In the past five years, Sean hadn’t once used air conditioning, stayed up late, or caught a cold, sothing he had never experienced.
For people who often catch colds, they co and go quickly.
For the Divine Palate, who guards zealously against it, a cold is either non-existent or overwhelmingly severe.
Even a tiny bit of subtle aftereffect wasn’t sothing Gordon could accept.
Since The Jilted beca famous five years ago, he only appeared publicly once a year.
Beside Sean wanting to use this to walk out of Stockholm syndro, more importantly, Elder Ford had higher expectations for Sean, the one to inherit his mantle, than for other apprentices.
Actually, Sean took just half a year to overco the psychological issues that had plagued him for years, cornering him.
But Elder Ford was aging, with sensory functions deteriorating.
Ethan Ford wanted to pass all his life’s knowledge to his last direct disciple in his lifeti.
Therefore, Elder Ford was always reluctant to let Sean "co out."
Sean only felt gratitude, no rebellious thoughts.
However, in this era of traffic and popularity, leaving Sean’s 19.8 million fans unattended is not in line with market logic.
At least it doesn’t match Gordon’s business-minded philosophy.
Besides, if Sean were kept hidden at the peak of The Jilted’s popularity, Elder Ford’s wine cellar might be trampled by frenzied fans.
So, Gordon created a persona for Sean similar to a "male version of Li Ziqi."
The difference is that Sean Lowell only does the brewing.
It can be said that Gordon Sterling handles more than 99.99% of the work, leaving only 0.01% that requires Sean’s personal involvent.
Turning Sean into the much-talked-about "The Jilted" wasn’t Gordon’s original intention.
When he first released the series "My Roommate Who Got Dumped by the Sa Girl Fifty Tis," Gordon didn’t na nas.
He just casually wrote it down and then turned it into a joke in his talks.
What stand-up codian doesn’t have a few quirky roommate or colleague stories?
Back when he had only around one to two hundred thousand followers, Gordon never imagined what would happen when his follower count skyrocketed by several orders of magnitude.
From hundreds of thousands to millions, and then tens of millions, what kind of chain reaction would that trigger?
A single photo could lead fans to discover the strear’s "hideout," and an old post made years ago could lead to the main character being doxxed.
After all, being dumped fifty tis by Tina wasn’t exactly a secret at Riverton University.
Initially, Gordon was careless, but eventually, he felt helpless.
When fans of The Dump Alliance gathered with the ferocious speed of a locust swarm, Gordon realized it was futile to attempt returning privacy to his roommate.
Being well-versed in business strategies, Gordon quickly understood the saying "stopping the mouths of the people is as difficult as stopping a flood," and found it was better to channel it properly than to block it.
Moreover, Sean himself didn’t mind becoming "The Jilted" at all and even thanked Gordon twice.
If it weren’t for that ssage from the psychiatrist in Gordon’s livestream chat, Sean might still be trapped by Stockholm syndro to this day.
More importantly, Sean’s life wasn’t affected by the sudden viral fa, or more precisely, Sean wasn’t even aware of his large following.
He had been living in isolation for five years in a place without internet.
This was why an ordinary university student majoring in brewing engineering could develop such an extraordinary craftsman aura.
Every month, Gordon had to fly and drive for more than twenty hours to et Sean for filming.
People unaware might even think Gordon had circled the earth.
At first, Sean disagreed with being "secretly fild" every month.
But Elder Ford was convinced by Gordon.
Wouldn’t Sean eventually graduate one day?
Wouldn’t he have his own wine once he graduated?
Wouldn’t he need to sell his own wine?
Wouldn’t he need advertising when he wants sales?
Wouldn’t it be beneficial to promote now without spending a penny?
Rekindling The Jilted’s heat for promotion later on.
That would be a fan base worth billions that can’t be regained.
Moreover, fans garnered by spending money don’t compare to those pure and unadulterated true fans.
Though Gordon stumbled into brewing engineering, he’s actually quite gifted in managent.
If Sean’s 19.8 million followers were attributed to soone else, it might beco dead followers in six months, even without losing any.
But Gordon managed to keep The Dump Alliance growing year after year.
Without impacting Sean’s brewing, Gordon releases a brewing video for The Jilted each month.
Then, through endless "defamation," he makes The Jilted increasingly popular.
...............
Sean walked out as quickly as possible and soon saw Artie Vaughn making a call by the venue entrance.
Ignoring Leo Vaughn, Sean impatiently asked, "Are you calling Sumr Fairmont?"
"Mind your own business?" Artie puffed out his chest, rolled his eyes, and sent Sean a "cute eye attack" with an adorably fierce look.
"Sumr Fairmont, that na suggests a girl, right?" Sean continued without any trace of annoyance.
"Mind your own business?" Cute eye attack*2.
"Is Sumr Fairmont currently in Scotland? And she’s doing whiskey, right?"
"Mind your own business?" Cute eye attack*3.
What happened to being unperturbed and serious? What’s this chaotic behavior?
It was Artie’s first encounter with a situation where her triple cute eye attack failed completely: "Hey, oh great Master of Fa, can’t you see soone is on the phone or what?"
Such a rude person, Artie only poured two pots of water over him!
The worst part is, one of them was completely clean!
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