But the appearance of Andrew Bennett still made everyone feel something different.

Unlike the sweetness of most Omegas, even though people couldn’t smell Andrew Bennett’s pheromones, they could tell from his appearance that he was definitely not on the same level as the others.

Andrew Bennett simply stood there doing nothing, yet it was impossible to ignore him.

That cool aloofness about him seemed to spread invisibly from his side, making people unable to resist looking at him, but not daring to speak to him.

Andrew Bennett was already used to such gazes. He took a glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray and followed behind Henry Foster, observing the surroundings.

Ah, it really seems like William Clark didn’t come. He thought resentfully, so annoying—there are so many reporters and protesters downstairs, even if William Clark wanted to come, he probably couldn’t.

Henry Foster seemed to really enjoy this kind of attention. Bringing along Andrew Bennett, whom he was determined to make famous, he smiled and chatted with people, occasionally making introductions. Except for a few highly exposed, popular celebrities, after making the rounds, Andrew Bennett basically didn’t remember anyone’s name.

The annual party hadn’t officially started yet, and everyone was guessing what surprise the boss had prepared.

As they were talking, a colleague came over and whispered something to Henry Foster, calling him away.

Andrew Bennett stood alone in place, feeling... as lonely as snow.

He was really not good at socializing.

“You’re Andrew Bennett, right?” A round-faced Omega with black hair took the initiative to greet him. He looked very young and somewhat familiar.

Andrew Bennett quickly remembered—the other was the second male lead in a web drama not long ago, apparently named David Grant. He was quite popular for a while, but seemed to have faded from the spotlight recently. He didn’t expect him to also be an artist at Xingjing.

Sure enough, the other introduced himself: “I’m David Grant, I’ve seen your commercial.”

David Grant reached out his hand in a friendly manner.

Andrew Bennett recalled what Mr. Foster had told him, so he shook hands and replied in a very businesslike way, “I’ve seen your drama too.”

“That’s ancient history.” David Grant said a little embarrassed, dimples appearing as he smiled. “Can’t compare to your commercial. I heard that because of that ad, Mist’s new product sold really well this time. Mr. Foster really has a sharp eye—no wonder no one in the company could compete with you.”

Andrew Bennett didn’t know about this: “Internal competition?”

“Yeah.” David Grant didn’t elaborate, just clinked glasses with him. “Such good luck, your first appearance was a big hit. Congratulations.”

Andrew Bennett could only reply politely, “Thank you.”

David Grant was very outgoing, with no airs of a senior at all. After greeting him, not only did he not leave, he even started chatting with Andrew Bennett. Every now and then, when an artist or colleague passed by, he would tell Andrew Bennett who they were and share some harmless gossip, which was much more effective than Henry Foster’s cursory introductions.

After chatting for a while, David Grant suggested taking a selfie with Andrew Bennett. After snapping a few, he picked one and posted it on Flow.

David GrantV: Fell in love with Mist because of the commercial, met Andrew Bennett because of Mist, love you @Andrew Bennettzz

“……” Andrew Bennett understood—David Grant was expanding his contacts.

Apparently, artists all liked to do this. Whether they knew each other or not, they’d follow first and talk later. It was just like what Mr. Foster said: “It’s good for newcomers to make some artist friends.”

“Follow me back.” David Grant didn’t feel awkward at all, naturally followed Andrew Bennett first, then whispered in amazement, “You have so many fans! I was thinking of helping you gain some, but looks like you don’t need it.”

After last night’s buzz, Andrew Bennett had already become a blogger with nearly a hundred thousand fans. As soon as Andrew Bennett followed David Grant back, Henry Foster returned.

Henry Foster looked excited, his hands trembling: “Zhouzhou, come with me for a moment.”

Andrew Bennett’s “make an artist friend” task was only halfway done: “What’s up?”

Henry Foster just pulled him away, speaking excitedly as they walked: “I said before I wanted to find someone to mentor you, but I never thought the opportunity would come so soon. It’s so good I can hardly believe it—this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance! Let’s go.”

Andrew Bennett was completely confused: “Right now?”

A mysterious smile appeared on Henry Foster’s chubby face: “Guess who it is?”

*

“I don’t agree.”

At the same time, in a well soundproofed room at the Fisher Hotel, William Clark spoke lazily.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the shadows of the crowd downstairs could be seen clearly.

No matter how the reporters and protesters blocked the entrance downstairs, none of them realized that William Clark had already entered the hotel right under their noses.

William Clark really didn’t like attending company annual parties, but this time he’d stirred up a bit of trouble, so he still had to give the boss some face. Who knew that after he arrived, they started pressuring him to cooperate with work. He didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, and he was even less willing to compromise.

Sarah Cooper was at her wits’ end: “Then what do you want me to do? Are you still going to hold your concert in March or not?! I don’t want to see a bunch of refunds by then!”

William Clark fiddled with a baseball cap, his long legs propped on the low table, his eyes appearing deep brown under the light: “That’s not going to happen.”

Little Ethan didn’t dare say a word.

Sarah Cooper was a top agent, and after so many years in the industry, her predictions about public opinion were always spot on.

First there was William Clark’s slip of the tongue, then his no-show at the New Year’s Eve gala—she knew all too well that the bigger the tree, the more wind it catches.