"Keep it up! I'll go to your tour, I got the tickets!" As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly slapped her forehead. She didn’t have any tickets—Alice Carter was the one who got them! God knows how hard it is to get tickets for Henry Clark's tour; his fans have lightning-fast hands!

So Emily Bennett didn’t get out of the car either. She sat back down, cleared her throat twice, and said, "Um... Henry Clark, you must have tickets to your own tour, right?"

Henry Clark toyed with the steering wheel. "Of course."

"Then... can I buy one from you?" Afraid he’d refuse, she quickly added, "I can pay five times the price. I want a floor ticket, front row if possible!"

After a long pause, she heard Henry Clark ask coolly, "Do I look like a scalper?"

Emily Bennett wanted to cry. "Henry Clark, I’m begging you, please grant me a ticket."

Henry Clark said, "Get out of the car."

Emily Bennett: "If it really doesn’t work, a seat in the stands is fine too. If I can’t get in, I’ll cry outside the stadium, and if someone gets crushed to death, that wouldn’t be good."

Do you think you’re Meng Jiangnu or something?

Henry Clark almost laughed out of anger. He turned to look at her. "Emily Bennett, why do you want to go to my tour? To shoot videos and post on Weibo to stir up rumors?"

She was stunned, staring at him without blinking.

The space inside the car was so small, and they were so close. The light reflected in his eyes, and every eyelash was clearly visible. Every stroke and line was just like the way she used to zoom in and trace his photos when editing them.

After a long while, she spoke softly, "Henry Clark, I just want to see you. I want to see every one of your performances with my own eyes."

I’m too far from you. I can’t be your friend, nor your lover. I’m just one of your countless fans. The only way I can participate in your life is to witness every step of your growth, to watch you shine on stage, and then, step by step, rise to greater heights.

And I will wave your flag and cheer for you, even if I have to shout myself hoarse, I won’t regret it.

Chapter 4

There was a faint scent of mint in the car.

Henry Clark frowned slightly, turned back, and after a long while, said in a low voice, "I’ll give it to you in a few days."

"Every show!"

"...Can you get out of the car now?"

Emily Bennett immediately yanked open the car door and hopped out.

The car gradually drove out of the garage. She stood there, waving like a lucky cat, until the car completely disappeared before finally getting on the elevator, fully satisfied.

After getting home, looking at the empty and cold apartment, her excitement faded, and discomfort swept over her.

After thinking for a bit, she started rummaging through boxes and cabinets, pulling out all the original owner’s passbooks, bank cards, contracts, and so on, then looked through them one by one. She had no idea before, but now she was shocked.

No car, no house, no investments—the two-bedroom apartment was even rented.

Emily Bennett checked the bank card balance, and when she saw the number 53,000, her eyes nearly popped out. Her own card had ten times that amount! A dignified actress, and she was living like this?

Even if she only filmed one drama and did one variety show, she shouldn’t be this poor, right? Besides, Emily Bennett wasn’t unpopular. She might not be A-list, but she was at least a B-list star, with plenty of work every year. How could things be this bad?

Where was the money? Where did it all go?

Full of questions, Emily Bennett flipped through the documents at hand and was drawn to a contract—"Artist Contract and Cooperation Agreement with Xingyao Media Co., Ltd."

Emily Bennett picked up the contract and started reading.

Clause by clause, page by page, by the end her hands were shaking so much she could barely hold the document. After a long time, she threw the file hard on the floor and cursed.

The original owner had signed a contract with Xingyao that paid her a fixed salary.

The contract clearly stated that Xingyao would pay Emily Bennett a monthly salary of 20,000, and aside from that, Emily Bennett would not receive any other benefits. All income from her work would go to Xingyao.

In other words, Emily Bennett was working for Xingyao for a monthly salary of 20,000. All the money she made from acting, variety shows, and endorsements belonged to Xingyao—she didn’t get a cent. If she wanted to terminate the contract early, she’d have to pay three times her annual income as a penalty.

The original owner was an idiot! Signing a contract like this—calling her an idiot was a compliment!

And damn it, she actually signed for twenty years?!

At this moment, there was only one idiom to describe Emily Bennett's mood—fuck. Damn it.

A moment later, her phone rang. Emily Bennett picked it up and saw it was Sarah Cooper calling. She gritted her teeth and answered. On the other end, the laughter was arrogant: "Calmed down? Want to talk?"

An hour later, Sarah Cooper knocked on Emily Bennett's door.

This apartment was the one Sarah Cooper found for Emily Bennett when she first signed the contract, even paying half a year’s rent in advance, which earned her Emily Bennett's endless gratitude. Back then, Emily Bennett saw her as a savior, almost ready to build a golden statue and worship her.

She had controlled Emily Bennett for so many years and was used to seeing her bow her head and act meek and submissive. Today, when Emily Bennett suddenly fought back, she just thought it was because she’d been under too much pressure lately and had a momentary outburst.

Once Emily Bennett calmed down, she’d come crying to beg her.

But when the door opened and she saw the woman standing tall behind it, Sarah Cooper was momentarily stunned. Emily Bennett smiled, "Miss Cooper, come in."

Was she planning to go down with her? For some reason, Sarah Cooper suddenly felt a little guilty.