Chapter 107


    Chapter 107


    “Gender can help us weed out some of the female fans; then it’s just down to luck with who’s left.”


    No sooner said than done; after lunch, Wallis and | hit the road to the resort''s fan


    meet-and-greet.


    This was my first time crashing a big-time concept artist’s fan event, and boy, was it buzzing. A bunch of fresh-faced kids were


    clutching FreeMan’s artwork, patiently queuing up.


    Every now and then, I’d spot a few older faces — either too nerdy or just riding the hype train — none of them seemed to gel with


    FreeMan himself.


    To top off our bad luck, the security at the entrance made it crystal clear that the invite Wallis was holding was only good for one


    person.


    Wallis dropped a few choice words, “That scalper swore to me it was good for two.”


    After a bit of back-and-forth, we decided Wallis would go undercover — she’d got more chops when it came to sizing people up.


    And me? | was tasked with stakeout duty outside.


    “If he’s got a peeping tom streak, he might duck out early. Keep an eye on the back door, and hit me up the moment you spot


    anyone fishy.”


    Wallis‘ street smarts cracked me up, but | replied earnestly, “You got it, President Lott. Consider it done.”


    So, | grabbed a coffee and parked myself by the back door, ready to wait for the rabbit to hit the


    trap.


    As time ticked by and the meet was halfway through, | hadn’t spotted any shady characters. Just then, | heard someone say,


    “Move, move,e on, let’s go!”


    Following themotion, | saw a loaded trolley barreling out of the service elevator not too far from me. In its path stood a


    toddler, no more than three years old.


    Without a second thought, | dashed over and scooped up the little munchkin. At the same time, a sharp pain shot through my


    back, and | saw stars.


    “Watch out!”


    risp voice rang in my ear, and contrary to my expectation of getting mmed by the cargo, nothing happened. | cracked my


    eyes open and looked up to see a young, innocent face beside me, blocking the falling objects from the trolley.


    There stood a twenty-somethingd with granny-gray hair, rocking a pair of deep red over—ear headphones, fair skin, and


    sparkling eyes that seemed to twinkle with starlight when he nced my way.


    “Are you okay, Miss?”


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    Before | could respond, the kid in my arms burst into terrified sobs. When the parents rushed over and realized | had yed the


    hero, they insisted on treating me to a meal.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    “You''re too kind. It was this young man’s bravery that saved the day.” | said, ncing at the guy next to me, “He’s the one we


    should be thanking.”


    After a bit of negotiation, the parents suggested coffee, and | ended up sitting in the waiting area with our young hero.


    That was when my phone rang — it was Wallis. Turning away discreetly, | answered the call.


    “Xaviera, just got the intel - FreeMan is a lefty with a tiny ck mole between his thumb and index.” Wallis said, pumped, “Keep


    an eye out for guys like that.”


    | murmured a careful acknowledgment, turned back around, and caught the guy in front of me deftly tapping on his phone with


    his left hand, which gave me pause.


    Taking a closer look, sure enough, there was a sesame-sized ck mole on his hand. So, | ventured, “FreeMan?”