Tommy: President, what do you want to do?

Little Olivia must work hard to become stronger: Answer me!

Tommy: I can. But this is illegal, I don't do illegal things.

Little Olivia must work hard to become stronger: Do you have class this afternoon? Let's meet up.

Tommy: President, what exactly is going on? You're making me really nervous.

Little Olivia must work hard to become stronger: It's extremely urgent, and it's about Olivia Carter.

Tommy: What's wrong with my Carter?

Little Olivia must work hard to become stronger: We'll talk in person.

Emily Bennett got the address. Fortunately, Tommy's university was in the neighboring city. She called the director to ask for leave, citing illness, put on sunglasses and a hat, fully disguised herself, and went out to catch a cab.

Three hours later, Emily Bennett arrived at the internet café where they agreed to meet. Tommy was a regular there; after giving his name, the attendant immediately led Emily Bennett to the private room Tommy usually used. Tommy was still in class, so Emily Bennett sat on the sofa in the room playing games, getting thoroughly smoked out by the smell of cigarettes in the café.

Half an hour later, the door was pushed open and a baby-faced teenager wearing a baseball cap walked in.

Seeing someone inside with sunglasses and a hat, he stood at the door in a daze for a moment, then looked up at the room number, suspecting he had entered the wrong room. Emily Bennett quickly waved, "Are you Tom?"

The boy nodded. Emily Bennett took off her sunglasses and hat. "Come in."

Tommy stared at her face. Two seconds later, he quickly shut the door, glanced at the camera on the wall, and swiftly took off his hat to cover the camera lens.

After doing all this, he finally turned to look at Emily Bennett, stared for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Sister Olivia, this is just too..."

Emily Bennett laughed too.

It was strange—this was the first time a celebrity and a fan had met in such a situation, and yet there was no awkwardness at all.

Tommy, being so smart, knew the moment he saw Emily Bennett that something big must have happened for his idol to come find him in person. After taking a photo together, he got straight to the point: "Sister Olivia, what trouble are you in? If you need my help, just say the word!"

For some reason, Emily Bennett's eyes grew a little misty.

This is what it means to be a fan—loving her just as she loves Henry Clark. She would never do anything to hurt Henry Clark, and she believed her fans wouldn't either. They were people she could trust. Because in his eyes, she saw the same light called "liking" as in her own.

Emily Bennett took a copy of the contract from her bag and handed it to Tommy. "Next month, I'm going to court with the agency. By then, everyone will know the contents of this contract. Take a look first."

Tommy opened the document with a puzzled look, and by the end, he stood up in outrage: "This is just too much! Sis! I'll go set that lousy company on fire right now!"

Emily Bennett couldn't help laughing. "Sit down and listen to me."

Tommy gritted his teeth in anger, forced himself to calm down, and sat down. "Go ahead."

"I signed this contract because my dad owed a huge amount of loan shark debt before. He couldn't pay it back and left my mom and me behind by jumping off a building. Xingyao paid off that debt for me, and the price was this contract."

Tommy's eyes turned red, his face full of heartache for his idol. "Sister Olivia, I'm sorry, none of us knew about this, we..." He paused, clenched his fists. "Sis, do they have something on you at Xingyao? Are they threatening you with it to stop you from terminating the contract?"

"Yes."

"You need me to hack into the company's phones and computers and delete that evidence?"

Emily Bennett steadied herself. "Yes."

Tommy clenched his fists, his teeth gritted tightly. "Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Emily Bennett looked at him for a long time, then leaned over and gave him a gentle hug. "Thank you, Little Tom."

"Sister Olivia, you trust me so much, telling me all this and coming to me in person. I won't let you down."

After venting his anger, Tommy quickly switched to professional mode, got the phone number, social media accounts, and email addresses of Gao Meiling. According to Emily Bennett's analysis of Gao Meiling's personality, someone as forceful as her probably wouldn't send the original photos to a second person. As long as she was dealt with, there would be no more worries.

Emily Bennett had only managed to get half a day off and needed to rush back to the set. Before leaving, Tommy patted his chest and promised that he would finish the task before the official lawsuit.

Putting on her sunglasses and hat, Emily Bennett walked to the door, then turned back and hesitated before asking him, "Little Tom, can I ask why you like me?" She smiled. "After all, I don't seem to have any particular strengths."

"Who says so?" Tommy said indignantly. "People just follow the crowd, they're all a bunch of conformists!"

He pursed his lips, then suddenly showed a boyish shyness. "Sister Olivia, you probably don't remember me. Last year, we met at the Starbucks on Chuangye Road."

Sure enough, Emily Bennett looked completely confused.

"At the time, I'd just finished playing soccer and was dying of thirst, so I went into the store to buy a Frappuccino, but I didn't have any money or my phone. I said never mind, but you happened to be right behind me in line and told the clerk you'd pay for me." He smiled, his eyes full of sincerity. "Even though you were wearing a mask, I recognized you right away because I was watching your drama at the time. You even smiled at me, and I thought then, such a gentle and kind big sister couldn't possibly be the kind of person they say you are!"