Emily Bennett was full and satisfied, her complexion much rosier. She perked up and asked James Foster, “What are we doing at the company today?”

You don’t even know your own work schedule?

James Foster replied, “After the meeting, there’s a magazine interview, and in the afternoon we have to head to the set.”

Emily Bennett was still drinking her soy milk and almost spat it out. “What do you mean, head to the set? How come I don’t know abou—how come I don’t know I have a new show?”

James Foster was dumbfounded.

Is her professionalism really this casual?

“Qiao Qiao-jie, you don’t remember ‘Mad Words’?”

Emily Bennett thought for a while. “You mean that danmei drama? I remember.” After all, she used to be a fan of web novels, so she knew about ‘Mad Words,’ which was wildly popular online. “But didn’t they already officially announce the two male leads? What does that have to do with me?”

James Foster looked speechless. “You’re the female lead. After you join the crew this afternoon and take the costume photos, the official announcement will be made.”

Emily Bennett banged her head against the car seat back, while James Foster dutifully explained, “Wasn’t it because the script didn’t pass review before? The director decided at the last minute to add a female lead. ‘Mad Words’ is also invested by our company, so during the meeting, Miss Cooper took the role for you.”

Does Sarah Cooper want her dead?

She’s going to play the female lead in a danmei drama? Play what? Compete with the male lead for the second male lead?

She suspected Sarah Cooper was actually Emily Bennett’s biggest hater.

The car soon arrived at the company’s parking garage. Xingyao Media’s office building was in the city center, high-profile and grand, matching its usual star-making style. Emily Bennett followed James Foster into the elevator, and as soon as they entered, two people approached from the opposite side.

Leading was a very thin middle-aged man, looking frail but with sharp eagle eyes that made people uneasy. Behind him was a young, round-faced boy with a backpack and a laptop, chatting with the eagle-eyed man as they walked.

As soon as Emily Bennett saw them, she got excited.

Jack Lee and Little Jack, Henry Clark’s manager and assistant!

Back when she used to chase after events, she often interacted with Henry Clark’s team. Being a regular at the front lines made her face familiar, not to mention that the old Alice Carter was striking, tall, and always stood out with her camera gear.

Several times while waiting for luggage at the airport, Little Jack would joke with her, asking if her equipment was heavy. The studio often contacted her for authorization to use her photos for official announcements. After all, Alice Carter’s equipment was all high-end, imported from abroad, and her photography and editing skills were top-notch—her site always produced the best photos among all of Henry Clark’s fan sites.

Jack Lee, full name David Lee, might sound rustic and timid, but he was actually a renowned veteran manager in the industry. Any artist he took on would be a guaranteed star within three years. He had produced several Best Actor and Best Actress winners, and the hottest star now, Henry Clark, was discovered by him as a trainee and brought back to China for personal training.

Henry Clark’s fans all said that, except for the matter with Emily Bennett, Jack Lee’s professional skills were impeccable.

James Foster didn’t know why his own artist suddenly started trembling. Of course, he recognized Henry Clark’s team too. After greeting them, he subtly shielded Emily Bennett behind him.

The two also saw them. Jack Lee was fine, given his status, and responded to James Foster’s greeting. Little Jack, being young and a fan of Henry Clark, rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the ceiling.

The elevator reached the ninth floor, and James Foster quickly led Emily Bennett out. She thought for a moment and still politely said goodbye to the two.

After the elevator doors closed, Little Jack said, “Are we even close with her?”

On the twenty-seventh floor, Henry Clark was playing Honor of Kings in his office.

When Jack Lee came in, he had just scored a triple kill and didn’t even look up at the sound of the door. Jack Lee walked over, tossed a file folder onto the coffee table in front of him, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “Got it.”

Henry Clark grunted in acknowledgment.

Jack Lee looked at him for a while. “Nothing you want to say?”

“No.”

Jack Lee took a couple of drags and blew out a smoke ring. “Ran into Emily Bennett in the elevator just now.”

Henry Clark’s fingers paused.

“Pretty much like you said, probably going through something big. She looked really worn out, wasn’t wearing any makeup.” He glanced at Henry Clark a couple of times, then added, “But still quite pretty. If you like her…”

Henry Clark put down his phone. “I don’t like her.”

Jack Lee tapped the file on the table. “If you don’t like her, why do you keep helping her? Letting her use you for fake rumors?”

Henry Clark leaned back, resting his arm on the chair. “She’s pretty pitiful.” He thought for a moment, then added, “And it’s not like she’s the only one.”

Jack Lee sighed. “Luckily, this time the reporter is your fan. As soon as they got the photos, they called me. If those late-night rendezvous photos got out, probably only Sarah Cooper would be happy.”

Henry Clark frowned in disgust at the mention of Sarah Cooper’s name.

Jack Lee seemed to think of something too and clicked his tongue. “A twenty-year contract—she’s got a lot more to endure. One’s ruthless, one’s foolish, can’t blame anyone else.”

Henry Clark stood up and tossed him a USB drive. “All the demos are in there. Give them to Megan Reed to choose from.”