“Can’t you tell?” The ending lilt of the question made it sound even more nonchalant. Henry Foster felt the hand resting on him give a gentle shake, fingertips tapping lightly on his shoulder. “It’s me, Logan Brooks.”

The other person’s voice suddenly faltered. “Pei…”

“Yes, the same Logan Brooks who turned the tables on you bunch of losers last time. I heard you tried to get someone to blacklist me? Did it work?” Logan Brooks pressed his hand on the table behind him and sat up on the desk. “Seems like in the end, you didn’t even dare to cut me out of the broadcast.”

Henry Foster knew where his confidence came from, but he hadn’t expected this guy would actually be willing to use that confidence on him.

The other person was momentarily at a loss for words, realizing he couldn’t afford to offend this kid, so he stopped trying to argue with him. “Put Henry Foster on the phone, I have serious business to discuss with him.”

“Your serious business is sleeping with young male artists? Your company’s benefits are pretty good, huh.”

He actually knew. Henry Foster frowned.

Logan Brooks was a straightforward person—after two years of working together, he knew this all too well. But even so, the words “sleeping with” still hit a nerve, so he tried to pull away from that overly familiar hand, putting some distance between them.

But just as Henry Foster’s shoulder slipped out from under his control, Logan Brooks caught his escaping wrist. He kept his head half-lowered, still on the call, but lifted his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze meeting Henry Foster’s, then continued his previous conversation. “If I wanted to do news, I’d have a ready-made scoop waiting for me, right?”

Henry Foster wasn’t sure who that “right?” was directed at; he just felt as if his wrist was being pricked all over with needles.

“What the hell does it have to do with you?”

He was curious too, because this really had nothing to do with Logan Brooks.

“Of course it does.”

The grip on his wrist tightened.

Logan Brooks stretched out his long legs. “Didn’t you see the trending topics? The company wants the two of us to be a CP, so before the partnership ends…” He turned to Henry Foster, grinning like a mischievous child. “Everything about him is now tied to me.”

“His reputation affects my reputation, his private life influences how the public sees my private life. Once we become a community of shared interests, in other people’s eyes, all these things are linked together.”

His tone was full of mockery. “Do I look like someone who’d let you keep me?”

The voice on the other end of the line went from agitated and angry at first to completely choked up, unable to make a sound. In this industry, some people have fame, some have money, some have connections, but no matter what, they all have one thing in common: they accept and more or less follow the rules of the game. But Logan Brooks was a weirdo who liked to break the rules, and he just happened to have a powerful backer supporting his rule-breaking. That made him not just wild, but also untouchable.

Hearing only silence from the other end, Logan Brooks curled his lips. “Goodbye then, Assistant Director Miller.”

With that, his tone quickly turned cold.

“Behave yourself. Stop dreaming.”

Logan Brooks raised his hand to his ear and hung up, taking off his earpiece. He lifted his chin, staring at Henry Foster in silence. He didn’t say a word, but the way he raised his eyebrows made it obvious he was waiting for Henry Foster to speak first.

Henry Foster knew he should say something at this point, but when he looked down at Logan Brooks’s hand, he saw there was no intention of letting go. Seeing this, Logan Brooks’s lips curled up again, his long fingers playing with the earpiece.

“Thank you.”

Logan Brooks tilted his head, his eyes following Henry Foster’s evasive gaze. “From your tone, it doesn’t sound like you’re very grateful.”

But Henry Foster suddenly turned serious. “I am grateful. But I don’t want anyone dragged into this, especially not my teammates.”

So earnest.

Logan Brooks lazily nodded twice. “Especially not me, right?”

Henry Foster’s indifferent eyes looked at him for a few seconds, then, surprisingly, he nodded slightly, agreeing with the statement.

“But I still thank you.”

Hearing this, Logan Brooks smiled. Come to think of it, the strangest thing about his features was his eyes. When he wasn’t smiling, they were cold and deep, but the moment he smiled, they turned into two crescent-shaped, childlike eyes, his whole aura changing in an instant.

But Henry Foster knew that even if he was smiling now, it was just because he found him amusing.

He asked out of pure curiosity, his expression like an eager student. “Why would anyone want to sleep with you? I really can’t imagine what you’d be like in bed. Do these people have a fetish for ice or for wood?”

He was so blunt that Henry Foster didn’t even get angry, just replied calmly, “Then can you let go of the wooden hand?”

Only then did Logan Brooks realize he was still holding his wrist, and his mischievous side flared up again. “No.”

As they were at a standoff, they heard Ethan Carter’s voice from outside. “Juexia? Little Logan? That’s odd…”

“Brother Qiang told you.” Henry Foster quickly figured it out. The other just shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. “Does it matter who told me? If this keeps going, the whole company will know sooner or later.”

“So what if they do?”

Seeing his fearless attitude, Logan Brooks found it funny. “True, it’s not the first time anyway. So why are you refusing this time? After all, before…”