Chapter 329
Izabe found herself no longer hesitating, "Mr. Dempsey, would you mind moving? I need to get off
the ne."
Casey obediently shifted aside, watching as Izabe headed towards the exclusive passageway. He
hurriedly followed her, chattering incessantly from behind.
"Where are you going after getting off the ne? Are you heading straight to the hotel arranged by
the director? I''m heading there too. Do you have a lot of luggage? I can get my agent to help you..."
Seth was like, I''m an agent, not some grunt assistant. And even if I were your assistant, it''s not to
help you chase girls.
Izabe kept moving forward without missing a beat, simply saying dismissively, "Your fans are
waiting for you outside. I don''t want to get too close to you."
Casey felt a pang. For the first time, he regretted being so famous. Why did he ever step into the
entertainment industry? Because a voice kept echoing in his head. He wanted to stand out, make a
certain girl notice him.
He hadn''t understood his strange desire at first. But now, looking at Izabe, he realized only a truly
strong person who didn''t care about others'' opinions could stand beside her.
He shouldn''t be too anxious... or it might put Izabe off.
Casey could only remind himself silently, before reluctantly stopping and watching Izabe descend
the passageway.
"Did my schedule get leaked?" He asked Seth behind him.
"Yeah, word got out. It''s pretty inevitable, considering everyone knew you''d be in R City for a show
recording. So, your fans have been camping out at the airport non-stop."
Casey frowned, feeling ufortable. He only cared about his film''s oue. From day one, his
life''s n was to be a good actor. Yet, he ended up being so famous.
He didn''t understand his fans, nor had he ever bothered with them...
"Tell them not to pick me up at the airport in the future."
Airport pick-ups were a regr fan-organized activity, but Casey''s schedule was secretive and
rushed. One of his fans had been admiring him for two years, yet hadn''t managed to capture a clear
picture of him.
Casey didn''t like the idea of a crowding to meet him. He saw it as unnecessary, not to mention
the congestion it caused in public areas.
Seth nodded. "I''ll let your fans knowter." But whether they''d listen was beyond his control.
His reminder could only have a guiding effect. Each person''s mind was uncontroble, with their
independent consciousness and thinking ability. If they din''t listen to their parents, how would they
listen to him?
But Casey''s next words left Seth dumbfounded.
"If the airport gets congested because of them, call the police."
Casey kept his gaze on Izabe until her figure disappeared from sight. Only then did he start to
descend.
He asked as he walked, "Didn''t you say Izabe didn''t recognize me and that''s why she didn''t flirt
with me? I took off my sunsses, even added her on WhatsApp, but she still didn''t flirt with me. Is
it because I''m not famous enough, or I''m not attractive enough, or my body doesn''t measure up to
others? Or maybe my voice is not pleasant enough?"
Seth, too, was puzzled. He thought Casey''s face was irresistible. But Izabe not only didn''t flirt with
him, she didn''t even spare him an extra nce.
The inte was rife with rumors about her flirting with male artists. This was a golden opportunity
to create rumors, with Casey''s fans adoring him. All Izabe needed to do was descend with him,
and she''d be instantly famous.
Still unsatisfied after asking once, Casey turned to Seth, his eyes cold and intimidating.
"Why isn''t she flirting with me? This is such a good opportunity for her."
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"How would I know?" Seth thought to himself, and what was that disappointed, childlike expression
of yours. Was that because you were so eager to be flirted with?
"She might be doing this on purpose," Seth finally voiced his thoughts, "to get your attention. She
probably wouldn''t be able to resist on the showter."
"Really?" Casey didn''t believe Seth, especially since his words didn''t sound like good news.
"Yes, really. Don''t worry, you''ll have plenty of time with her in the future."
Casey seemed satisfied this time.
Seeing Casey''s infatuation with Izabe, Seth felt even more depressed. Casey waspletely
smitten, and all Seth could do was pray that Izabe wouldn''t take an interest in Casey.
Izabe left the airport without any issues and instead of heading back to the hotel, she went
straight to the bolognese pasta ce near her school.
She hadn''t been to that little restaurant in a long time and thought she had forgotten the taste. But
the moment she smelled the aroma wafting from the room, it stirred up her taste buds.
Izabe walked in and found her usual spot.
She wasn''t a big eater, so she ordered a small portion. The owner was still as hospitable as ever.
"Your bolognese pasta is ready."
"Thank you," Izabe replied.
"Delicious." She noticed the owner staring at her in a daze.
Caught in the act, the ownerughed awkwardly, "Sorry, you just remind me of someone."
Izabe''s first thought was that the owner had seen her on the inte.
She felt uneasy, remembering how she used toe here for the bolognese pasta and how kind
the owner had been. She didn''t want to leave a bad impression.
Izabe, a sentimental person, remembered the kindness shown to her.
She had often imagined, if she had a mother, she would be just like the owner, worrying about her
health, secretly adding extra bolognese or chicken to her bowl when she looked thin, reminding her
not to starve, to dress warmly when the weather turned cold.
The owner had a nostalgic look on her face, her expression soft. "You look like a young girl who
used toe here for meals. She was as beautiful as you, loved the bolognese pasta, and was as
thin..."
She spoke softly, "The girl hasn''t been here for a long time now. I wonder how she''s doing
elsewhere, if she''s healthy, if she''s lost weight."