Hearing those words, Sarah''s anxiety melted away. She mustered the courage to approach Aiken
for an autograph.
Just like Anthea had said, stars are just regr folks. Aiken was incredibly approachable, not only
signing an autograph but also taking a selfie with Sarah.
And of course, Sarah couldn''t resist showing off the moment on her social media.
Three hourster, the g came to a close.
Anthea and Sarah stepped into the crisp night air, the chill barely touching them thanks to their
temperature-regted gowns. A single coat draped over their shoulders was all they needed to
keep the cold at bay.
"Excuse me, are you Miss YC?" A pleasant male voice called from behind.
Anthea turned slightly, "And you are?"
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The man stood about six feet tall, quite a looker with a face that could make a crowd of girls
scream.
"I''m Henry, a fellow streamer at RealTimeFlow! You were amazing on stage. Could we exchange
contacts, get to know each other a bit?" He finished, visibly nervous as he awaited Anthea''s
response.
Seeing someone else initiate the conversation was new for him, all because Anthea was simply
stunning.
Even though Anthea was the one being approached, it was Sarah who was visibly excited. Henry
was a superstar influencer!
There they stood by the roadside, one dashingly handsome, the other as picturesque as a painting,
impossible to overlook.
Sherman, just settling into the backseat of his car, caught sight of the pair and his hand, twisting a
pen, paused mid-air. He instructed the driver, "Pull over there, please."
The driver nced ahead. Wasn''t that the youngdy from yesterday?
Judging by Mr. Christensen''s expression, could it be jealousy?
Unbelievable, the perennial bachelor Mr. Christensen showing such a side.
The driver stifled a chuckle under the guise of scratching an itch.
After exchanging contacts with Henry, a subdued Maybach pulled up in front of Anthea. The window
rolled down to reveal a face far too stern for the hour, "Ms. Yeager, it''s quitete. May I offer you a
ride?"
Henry was stunned, thinking he was seeing things. Was this Mr. Christensen?
"Ugh, hello, Mr. Christensen."
With a slight nod, Sherman stepped out of the car with gentlemanly grace and opened the door for
Anthea and Sarah.
Realizing the time, Anthea didn''t decline. After bidding Henry farewell, she and Sarah slid into the
backseat. "Thank you, Mr. Christensen."
"No worries, it’s on the way," replied Sherman, his tone indifferent.
On the way? The driver''s mouth twitched. If memory served him right, Anthea''s hotel was in the
exact opposite direction to where Sherman lived. A full 60 kilometers round trip.
Talk about being on the way!
The car ride was silent, with hardly a word exchanged until they reached the hotel about half an
hourter.
Stepping out, Sarah took a deep breath and eximed, "I was so nervous! Mr. Christensen is like a
block of ice, so intimidating!"
Anthea raised an eyebrow, "Is he really that scary?"
Sarah nodded vigorously, "Absolutely!"
Back at her hotel, Reba nned to open her livestream and y the sympathy card, hoping to
regain the audience she''d lost that evening. But upon logging in, she was shocked to find her
followers had halved—from thirty million to just ten!
Thements on her recent videos were all about her looks. People thought she''d be ugly!
She had been quite attractive before, even with some help from filters, but this was too much.
Reba hurriedly searched for a mirror and was greeted by a pale, listless face, like someone
starved of nourishment, devoid of any spark.
ustomed to her filtered beauty, Reba couldn''t ept that this weary reflection was her own.
Touching her cheek, her voice trembled, "System, when can I go back to how I looked before?"
[You will regain your appearance once the system upgrades to level 10.]
Level 10? Reba was stunned. When she had firste back, the system was at level 10, and
all this time, it hadn''t even leveled up to 11...