For the photographer, this wasn’t the first time she had photographed Samuel Parker. The very first photo set Samuel Parker did for the company was shot by her, and she had witnessed Samuel Parker’s rise to stardom over just a few short months.

Precisely because this wasn’t their first collaboration, the photographer had already figured out Samuel Parker’s characteristics very well. However, today’s Samuel Parker still surprised her a little—he seemed to have changed quite a bit.

It wasn’t a change in his facial features, but rather a subtle shift in his aura. It was as if he had become more grounded, but definitely not in a way that made him seem dull; on the contrary, there was a new spark in his expression. When he looked into the camera, his eyes were startlingly bright.

She thought about it for a long time. Maybe it was because Samuel Parker used to look a bit downcast at times, and now—could it be that he had resolved some inner issue? According to inside information, it was rumored that he and Henry Carter had some disagreements—so was that why he seemed so much more spirited now?

She also felt that Samuel Parker seemed even more approachable. He had always been polite before, but it was the kind of politeness that came from good upbringing. Now it felt different, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint the details, no matter how hard she tried to break it down. Baidu Cloud search, searching for novels is just so convenient: http://www.pan58.com

Samuel Parker was also full of energy. After all, this was a photo shoot. In the past, even a single small photo would be outrageously expensive, but now the shoot was done in no time, and they took a ton of pictures.

He even seemed a bit reluctant for it to end. Later, when some staff members asked to take photos with him, he was extremely cooperative and even praised their photography skills.

……

Finally, after all the work was done, Samuel Parker drank some water, said goodbye to the staff, and sat at the place where he had arranged to meet William Thompson, waiting for him to pick him up.

Of course, William Thompson didn’t usually pick him up in person, but today he wanted to discuss work with Samuel Parker. With the time Samuel Parker spent waiting, it had already been more than half an hour since William Thompson said he’d arrive.

Samuel Parker took out his phone, intending to call William Thompson, but after staring at the phone for a while, he found himself at a loss.

Oh no, he’d forgotten how to make a call…

The memories Samuel Parker had inherited were too fragmented and didn’t include how to use a phone. For someone who had come from eighty years ago, this thing was just too complicated.

Samuel Parker really had no foundation for using a phone—jumping straight from rotary dial phones to smartphones was just too much of a leap. There was so much to learn, and when he finally found the manual, it was all in simplified Chinese.

He had at least managed to remember how to turn the phone on and unlock it, but now he’d forgotten how to access the contacts.

Looking around, he spotted a young man across the way who had just stopped to take a call, so Samuel Parker simply walked over, hoping to ask for help.

The young man looked to be in his twenties, quite handsome, with thick black eyebrows raised in a rather bold expression as he talked. His hair was a bit messy, and he was wearing slippers—maybe a little too casual.

The man noticed Samuel Parker approaching, and his gaze suddenly turned a bit strange, sizing him up several times.

Samuel Parker stood a little in front of him, waiting for him to finish his call.

The young man glanced at Samuel Parker again, then suddenly covered his phone and frowned, asking, “What do you want?”

Samuel Parker didn’t know why he was being looked at that way, but since the man had asked, he stepped forward a few paces, smiled a little awkwardly, and said, “Excuse me, could I ask you for a favor?”

When he smiled, his features became even more lively, making it hard for people to refuse.

But the other man’s expression only grew stranger. He stared at Samuel Parker for a long moment before slowly saying, “Go ahead.”

Samuel Parker handed over his phone. “Do you know how to get to the contacts?”

The young man: “……”

Samuel Parker looked at him sincerely.

“…X.” Three seconds later, the young man spat out a single syllable, turned, and walked away, muttering into his phone, “It’s nothing, just someone looking for trouble.”

Seeing this, Samuel Parker thought that maybe, possibly, his question was a bit too basic—though he wasn’t sure just how basic, since all the functions of all these gadgets seemed magical to him—but wasn’t this young man a bit too hot-tempered?

He was just wondering if he should ask someone else when he saw William Thompson appear, and immediately felt relieved.

When William Thompson got close, he asked, “Did you just talk to Edward Bolton? What’s with his expression?”

Samuel Parker replied vaguely, “My phone was acting up, so I wanted to ask him something.”

William Thompson was speechless. “You really don’t hold grudges, do you?”

Samuel Parker: “Why would I hold a grudge? I’ve never met him, have I?”

He didn’t have any memory of it, and that guy didn’t look at him like an old acquaintance either.

William Thompson said in surprise, “Of course you haven’t met, but don’t you remember? That line online, ‘I’ve heard it. He’s really good-looking.’—he was the first one to say it. That’s just how he is; even his agent has given up on him.”

Samuel Parker more or less understood now.

No wonder that guy looked at him so strangely. No wonder he thought Samuel Parker was picking a fight!

Author’s note: Who said the repairman is the top??

Chapter Four

Henry Carter might not spend much time with her son on a daily basis, but she does care about him. Although she doesn’t agree with Samuel Parker’s new goal, she still went back to learn more about it.