Her idol was right in front of her, yet she was no longer herself. A month ago, she heard that Henry Clark had moved to a new place—she never expected he’d end up in her neighborhood. If only she were still Alice Carter, how wonderful that would be.

Henry Clark wasn’t interested in the unbelievable things that had happened to her. He checked the time, stood up, and said coolly, “I’ve called a car for you. Let’s go.”

Alice Carter’s mind was a complete mess. She followed behind him weakly.

The elevator went straight to the garage, and the car was waiting outside. For a celebrity of Henry Clark’s level, security was extremely tight—there was no need to worry about reporters sneaking in.

Henry Clark opened the car door for her and said in a calm voice, “Get some rest.”

She nodded, bent down, and got into the car. As the door closed and Henry Clark was about to head back, she suddenly rolled down the window and called out to him, “Henry Clark.”

Henry Clark turned around.

Her eyes were still red, her voice hoarse, but the look she gave him was especially earnest. “Good luck with your performance tomorrow night.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Alice Carter sat back and gave the driver the address to Emily Bennett’s home.

It was already very late when she got home. The second time she returned to this cold, unfamiliar house, she looked around, and before she knew it, she started crying again.

She thought she’d be able to switch back one day, but it turned out to be impossible.

All of Alice Carter’s means of communication were now invalid. Whether it was friends on Weibo or college classmates on Facebook, in the group photos they posted, she was no longer there.

Alice Carter had simply vanished without a trace.

But the earth kept turning, the world kept running, and other people’s lives didn’t change just because she was gone. Everything went on as usual—she didn’t matter.

Alice Carter pulled the covers over her head and lay in bed for two days, eating and drinking nothing.

Two days later, a call from her agent Sarah Cooper dragged her back to the reality she didn’t want to face: “James Foster is already on his way to pick you up. Hurry up and get ready.”

After hanging up, she sat there for a long time before slowly getting up and walking to the dressing room. She stared at the person in the mirror for a very, very long time.

Alice Carter was gone.

She could only live on forever as Emily Bennett.

Assistant James Foster rang the doorbell and waited politely outside. He was new, and when he first joined the company, he’d already heard about the most difficult agent, Sarah Cooper, and the hardest-to-please star, Emily Bennett. Unluckily for him, these two “most difficult” people were paired together, and everyone avoided them.

When he started, the female assistant by Emily Bennett’s side had just been fired by Sarah Cooper. The company couldn’t find a suitable replacement for the time being, and none of the senior staff wanted the job, so James Foster was just thrown into the role.

Before he left, a kind HR lady gave him some advice: “Talk less, do more, treat them like your bosses, and you’ll avoid a lot of trouble.”

James Foster kept this in mind, always maintaining a respectful and distant attitude, and so far, nothing had gone wrong. He thought to himself, working with these two “most difficult” people wasn’t as scary as the rumors made it out to be.

The door opened. James Foster looked up and had just started to say “Qiao—” when he was so startled he took two steps back.

Where did this female ghost come from?!

Messy hair, deathly pale lips, a haggard face, and still wearing a wrinkled red dress! James Foster steadied himself and tentatively called out, “Qiao Qiao-jie?”

She gave a faint “mm” and turned back inside.

James Foster hesitated, but finally went in, standing in the entryway. “Qiao Qiao-jie, we need to be at the company by nine-thirty. There’s still an hour.”

Emily Bennett was standing by the water dispenser, drinking water. After downing three cups, she stood there in a daze for a while, then walked toward the cloakroom. “Got it.”

Her voice was hoarse. James Foster guessed she was sick and thought he’d better stop by the pharmacy later. If her illness delayed work, he’d be in trouble too.

As he was thinking this, Emily Bennett came out, raking her fingers through her hair, casually tying it into a ponytail, and throwing on a long black down coat. She said, “Let’s go.”

James Foster was stunned. “We’re leaving just like this?”

“What’s wrong?”

You used to spend two hours on your makeup! James Foster quickly shook his head. “Nothing, let’s go.”

All the way to the car, Emily Bennett didn’t say another word. Laura Foster watched her carefully in the rearview mirror, finally venturing to ask, “Qiao Qiao-jie, are you feeling unwell? Should we stop by the hospital first?”

She shook her head weakly. “I’m fine, just a little hungry.”

James Foster couldn’t help but want to laugh. He glanced at the street and pulled the car over. “I’ll go get you some breakfast.”

The breakfast stall by the road was bustling. Laura Foster wasn’t sure what she liked, so he bought a bit of everything. When he got back in the car, he handed it all over. “Qiao Qiao-jie, eat while it’s hot.”

The smell made Emily Bennett even hungrier, and she finally smiled, thanking him before she started eating.

James Foster hadn’t worked with Emily Bennett for long. He hadn’t paid much attention to online gossip and didn’t know about Emily Bennett’s bad reputation. It was only after joining the company that several well-meaning colleagues warned him that he realized he was serving someone notorious.

But after a few days, everything had gone smoothly. In the first few days, Emily Bennett barely acknowledged him, which made his job easy. Maybe they’d gotten used to each other over time? He found Emily Bennett quite approachable—when she said thank you, she’d look you in the eye and smile, her eyes curving at the corners. She was much prettier than those heavily made-up actresses.