Chapter 40
“The sun is already up. Why are you still speaking as if you are in a dream?” Emily rolled her eyes
at X.
X could not be bothered even to speak. She moved past Emily and walked upstairs.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Emily was about to run after X to continue mocking her. However, right then, her phone rang.
The browser had sent her a push notification about Josh Batton’stest news.
Her jaws nearly dropped when she read the title. “Josh Batton will be attending Imperial Prime’s
launching ceremony tomorrow!”
Emily was in a state ofplete disbelief.
With a contract worth eight million dors, Josh Batton should only go as far as shooting some
photos or a video to promote theunch. He should not have agreed to attend theunching
ceremony.
What was going on? Why was her idol being so nice to X? Emily was beginning to feel jealous
again.
On top of that, she began to feel worried. What if Josh Batton did attend the event, and his fans
ended up buying all of the units being sold?
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However, after thinking it through, Emily felt that it was impossible.
Imperial Prime was a high-end neighborhood where every inch ofnd cost a fortune. How many
people could actually afford it?
Even a popr celebrity like Josh Batton would have only a minority of fans among the ultra-rich.
What could a small group of fans like them possibly aplish?
As Emily thought of this, she began to feel more confident.
After calming herself down, Emily was beginning to feel that the news was fake. Therefore, she
went onto Weibo.
It hurt Emily’s eyes to see that her story was still the most popr topic on the list. She wondered
how long the person pranking her intended for it to stay there.
Meanwhile, the topic below hers was ‘#Josh Batton Attends Imperial Prime Launching Ceremony#’.
When she clicked on the link, all sorts of news were released by the application’s official page,
indicating that Josh Batton was attending Imperial Prime’sunching ceremony.
In fact, a marketing ount was actively sharing a screenshot of Josh Batton’s Weibo post. “Dear
fans, I will see you at Imperial Prime’sunching ceremony tomorrow morning at eight o’clock. I will
be performing something exciting. On top of that, anyone who buys a house will get my autograph.
Also, you will get a meet-and-greet ticket to see me at the end of the year. Oh, yeah. I hope
everyone follows the rules and does not disrupt the traffic tomorrow.”
Emily felt as if her face was on fire.
What the hell was her idol doing? Why was he working so hard? Was eight million dors enough
for a top celebrity like him to sing and dance, and even give out meet-and-greet tickets to fans? If
she had signed the contract with Josh Batton previously, would he have worked this hard?
When Emily thought of this, she hated X and felt even more jealous of her. Why was this b*tch
able to get such a good deal? She must have given Josh Batton more money! That must have been
the case!
Just as X approached the staircase by the corner of the house, Jeremy Quest happened to be
walking down the stairs. When he saw how tired X looked, he immediately walked up to her and
greeted her affectionately. “Did you just get home? Your health is more important than work.”
X felt a warm sensation in her heart. “Alright. I understand, Dad. I had to work overtime because
of unusual circumstances. I won’t do this after theunching ceremony.” She beamed.
“Okay. How’s the preparation going? How many units do you think you can sell on the first day?”
Jeremy asked with a serious expression on his face.
“I’ve set a tiny goal for myself, which is to sell half of them within a day,” X said confidently.
As Emily walked over, she overheard X and immediately snorted coldly before crossing her arms
in front of her chest. “It’s great to have dreams. However, sometimes you need to do a reality check
for your dreams,” Emily said as she red at X.
“You ought to know that the units are costly. Even if Josh Batton promotes them for you, it’s
impossible to sell that much. Please don’t set impossible goals just to make Dad happy. You are
such a weirdo.
“Josh Batton’s fans may be rich, but how many could possibly be rich wives? Half of the units in a
day? Can you at least think about it before you brag about something impossible?” Emily sneered.