William Clark said coldly, “Dressed like this, so late at night—who are you trying to disturb?”

After speaking, he didn’t care how Andrew Bennett reacted and went into the room first.

Andrew Bennett almost forgot he was still wearing a bathrobe. He looked down and immediately blushed a little. He did look a bit indecent like this. If someone else misunderstood, that wouldn’t be good.

Fortunately, William Clark already had issues with him, so Andrew Bennett didn’t feel there was anything inappropriate in front of him. He just quietly pulled his collar tighter before entering the room.

That should be fine now!

William Clark’s room was exactly the same as the one they were staying in.

But only a bedside lamp was on in the room, casting a warm, tranquil light. The scent of William Clark’s pheromones gave the room a kind of warm aggressiveness.

As soon as Andrew Bennett entered, he felt like he had stepped into a predator’s territory.

An S-class Alpha really was as powerful as the rumors said.

William Clark’s tall figure walked over to the low table, where a lit-up laptop sat.

He seemed to value his privacy, closing the laptop before saying, in a lukewarm tone, “I unplugged the phone line. Plug it back in yourself if you want to make a call.”

“Thank you,” Andrew Bennett replied quickly. “I’ll be fast.”

The phone on the nightstand had its cord unplugged. Andrew Bennett knelt down on the carpet and finally found the phone cord plug under the cabinet.

During this process, Andrew Bennett suddenly understood why William Clark did this—probably because he was tired of being harassed. Maybe it was this time, or maybe it was before. He’d heard that some media would invade celebrities’ private lives in every possible way—the more famous you were, the less freedom you had.

The phone was powered on.

Andrew Bennett didn’t dare dawdle. He found the service number in the phone book and dialed.

The fact that Andrew Bennett was here, in his room, within arm’s reach—so close he could almost touch him—was something William Clark hadn’t imagined in the past four years.

He thought he would never see Andrew Bennett again.

After Andrew Bennett disappeared overnight.

From his angle, he could only see Andrew Bennett’s back.

Andrew Bennett’s collar had been removed, but the pale nape of his neck was tightly covered by the bathrobe’s collar, making it impossible to glimpse even a bit of the gland. William Clark suddenly felt a little regret—he shouldn’t have reminded this person to dress properly earlier. Otherwise, he could have seen what kind of mark that person’s Alpha had left on the gland.

It definitely wouldn’t look as good as the one he would have left.

If it were him, he would have made sure that gland bore the most perfect bite mark in the world.

“It won’t go through.”

Suddenly, Andrew Bennett turned around and said.

William Clark naturally lifted his eyes from his phone screen, as if he’d never been watching the other at all. “What?”

Andrew Bennett was still half-kneeling on the carpet, holding the receiver. The light cast shadows of his eyelashes on his eyelids. “The line is always busy. I tried several numbers and it’s the same. Is there another cord that’s not plugged in?”

Did William Clark unplug something else too?

William Clark walked over, seeming too lazy to speak.

He took the phone receiver from Andrew Bennett’s hand and dialed himself.

Andrew Bennett, having received help, didn’t dare make a sound, let alone voice any objections. He just obediently waited for the owner of the room to check.

It was the first time the two of them had been this close since meeting again. He had no idea that the faint scent on his body was subtly drifting into William Clark’s nose.

“Is it working?” Andrew Bennett waited a while, then turned his head, his face immediately flushing. “…”

One was standing, the other kneeling, so close together that his face was right in front of a rather awkward spot. This posture was just too weird!

Andrew Bennett silently turned his head back, pretending nothing had happened.

William Clark didn’t notice anything. After confirming the call wouldn’t go through, he put the receiver back. “It’s probably the paparazzi tying up the line with harassing calls. These people have nothing better to do than play world police. What’s your agent’s number? Call him and have him come over.”

“I don’t know it.” Andrew Bennett stood up. “…It’s saved in my phone.”

The key point was, he hadn’t brought his phone. If he had, he wouldn’t have needed to ask William Clark for help.

He was falling apart inside—this streak of bad luck just wouldn’t end, and it wasn’t even his zodiac year.

William Clark didn’t say anything, just walked back to the table, picked up his own phone, and called his assistant Little Ethan, told him Andrew Bennett’s room number, and asked Little Ethan to fetch a room card—handling it swiftly and cleanly.

“Ten minutes,” William Clark told Andrew Bennett. “Little Ethan will bring you a room card.”

“Thank you,” Andrew Bennett said sincerely.

William Clark tossed his phone aside, skipping any unnecessary pleasantries, and said directly, “When you get back, memorize your agent’s phone number. As an artist, you can’t always count on others for help. If something unexpected happens, it’s best to let your agent or assistant handle it.”

For the first time, Andrew Bennett realized that William Clark was giving him advice out of goodwill, as a senior. He felt a bit embarrassed—he’d troubled the other’s assistant for nothing, and even needed basic guidance.

William Clark didn’t seem as bad as he’d imagined.