She truly hadn’t expected Sarah Cooper to be so forceful. Thinking back on all of Emily Bennett’s past scandals, she suddenly felt a bit more understanding.

Emily Bennett patted James Foster’s shoulder with a serious face: “Little James, go back and tell Sarah Cooper that my attitude is firm. Either I don’t act, or I quit the industry—let her choose.”

Henry Clark glanced at her.

“Sister Olivia, think it over again. Some things shouldn’t be said carelessly.”

Emily Bennett still hadn’t fully adapted to her new identity, had no concept of the so-called celebrity aura, and didn’t care at all: “No need, just tell her that. What’s the difference between being scolded by the whole internet and kicked out of showbiz for acting in this drama, and quitting on my own?”

Seeing her determination, James Foster couldn’t say anything more and could only agree. When the elevator reached the second basement level, she followed Henry Clark out, urging him, “Hurry up, go on. Don’t worry, I’ve thought it through.”

James Foster could only press the elevator to go up. Only after the doors closed did she realize—Sis, you don’t have a car, what are you doing in the parking garage!

Emily Bennett walked a long way with Henry Clark before realizing she didn’t have a car. She usually rode in the business van driven by James Foster, and didn’t even know what assets the original owner had. She’d have to take stock when she got home.

Henry Clark stopped by his yellow sports car, finally turned around, and asked, “Why are you following me?”

Emily Bennett gave an awkward smile: “Henry Clark, I don’t have a car.”

Henry Clark: “So?”

Emily Bennett straightened up: “May I have the honor of sitting in your passenger seat?”

Henry Clark: “No.”

As he made to open the car door, Emily Bennett pressed it down.

Henry Clark: ???

Stared at by her idol, Emily Bennett instantly chickened out, quickly pulled her hand back, afraid he’d get angry, even took two steps back, and only after all that did she cautiously ask, “Then Henry Clark, can you at least take me out of the garage? I can sit in the back, or if you don’t want that, the trunk is fine too.”

Henry Clark stared at her for a while, then got in the car expressionlessly. Emily Bennett looked at him eagerly. The engine roared, and Henry Clark rolled down the window, “Aren’t you coming?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

She got in the car, overjoyed.

She’d always known Henry Clark had a yellow sports car. Back then, Xiguang (the name for Henry Clark’s fans) dreamed every day of getting a chance to sit in Henry Clark’s beloved car—if not sit, even touching it would be great!

She never thought the day would come when her dream came true! She was simply a role model for all fangirls!

Henry Clark drove in silence, the car quickly leaving the garage. As they merged onto the main road, he saw through the rearview mirror that Emily Bennett had darted under the seat like a mouse.

Henry Clark: “…What are you doing?”

Emily Bennett: “I’m afraid someone will take a photo and cause you trouble.”

Thank you so much.

“Address.”

“Huh?”

“Your home address.”

“Oh, oh, oh.” She quickly gave the address, thinking her idol was really considerate. If she got out so openly, she’d easily be seen. It was safer to get out in the garage at home.

Henry Clark entered the address into the GPS and sped up. Looking in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t see even half a shadow. He reached out and tilted the mirror down, finally able to see… in a bizarre position… Emily Bennett crouched below.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Not at all, not at all. Just focus on driving, don’t mind me!”

Not causing trouble for her idol was the most basic quality of a fan! She didn’t want her precious hubby to be linked to any female celebrity—not even herself!

After a while, her back was about to break, when she heard Henry Clark say, “My car windows use one-way privacy film.”

“Huh?”

“You can’t see in from outside.”

“…”

Emily Bennett silently climbed back up and sat in her seat. Henry Clark curled his lips slightly, the smile flashing by before he returned to his cold demeanor. He asked, “So what are you planning to do next?”

She cupped her face, admiring her idol’s handsome driving: “It’s fine, at worst I’ll just terminate the contract.”

Henry Clark glanced at her: “I’m afraid it won’t be that easy.”

“In this world, everything boils down to two outcomes: an ugly breakup or a peaceful parting. Sarah Cooper will decide how to negotiate with me based on my remaining value. I just have to go home and wait for her news.”

Henry Clark raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The girl in the rearview mirror had a bright look in her eyes, and spoke with such clarity and logic—nothing like the bullied, foolish, timid girl he remembered, the one he used to pity.

What on earth had happened to her to change her so much? Was it what she went through that night? Was the pain enough to make her grow up so fast?

Henry Clark half-smiled: “You’re not quite the same as before.”

Emily Bennett’s shoulders twitched, but she acted casual: “I’ve evolved. Humans are a species that keeps evolving.”

“…”

The car soon pulled into her building’s underground garage. Henry Clark parked and said coolly, “I won’t walk you up. Goodbye.”

“No need, no need, goodbye.” She clung to the car window, peeking around furtively. After making sure everything was fine, she finally opened the door, paused, then turned back and asked, “Henry Clark, are you starting to prepare for your tour rehearsals next month?”

She sure knew his work schedule well.

Henry Clark nodded, “Why?”