In Anchel, Pedro Langley switched to another car, black, still a low-key luxury model.
The two got into the car.
After buckling the seatbelt, Pedro said, "Living Map of Food, recomnd a place."
Nora Scott imdiately blurted out an address.
Pedro set the navigation and followed the route to the barbecue restaurant recomnded by Nora.
But—
What greeted them wasn’t the aroma-filled, appetite-inducing barbecue restaurant, but a crowd of onlookers packed shoulder to shoulder.
"A famous social dia restaurant?"
Inside the car, Pedro stared at the shop in the distance and suspiciously asked Nora.
Given the situation with the doors surrounded both inside and outside, even a once-popular social dia restaurant couldn’t manage this crowd.
If all these people sward in, they might just dismantle that narrow shop.
"No, haven’t heard of it."
Nora frowned, pulled out her phone, and called the restaurant owner.
The phone rang three tis and was answered.
"Nora?"
The restaurant owner, a local, had a loud voice with the boldness and roughness of the Northwest.
Nora didn’t have it on speaker, but Pedro could hear it clearly.
"..."
Pedro twitched the corner of his mouth.
Nora was young, just over twenty, yet people in their forties or fifties called her "sister" without any awkwardness.
"What’s going on at your restaurant?"
"Oh, there’s a reality show crew filming here. Fans are everywhere outside; we can’t stop them." The owner’s voice was loud as he explained, shouting in the noisy background, "Are you coming for a barbecue? How about coming in through the back door?"
"..."
Nora didn’t respond. Instead, she turned her head to look at Pedro, seeking his opinion.
Pedro shook his head slightly.
It wasn’t that he was reluctant, but he had concerns.
Nora was planning to make a coback in acting and re-enter the entertainnt industry. Being seen by a reality show crew together could negatively impact her future career.
He was considering how she should make her return. Any minor mistake could affect her career trajectory.
Seeing Pedro’s stance, Nora replied to the owner, "Next ti."
The owner, still enthusiastic, urged, "Or you can wait a bit longer; they will finish shooting in about ten minutes."
Nora paused.
Before she could decide, the noise outside suddenly intensified, and the crowd began to disperse under the managent of security, with various chaotic sounds reaching their ears through reality and over the phone.
"Ahhhh—"
"Clent darling, mommy loves you—"
"Luna Durant! Luna Durant! Look at ! Look at !"
...
Inside the call and outside, both echoed with desperate shouts.
"Well, a group of them is leaving first," the owner explained over the phone.
"Not going."
Nora suddenly changed her expression, coldly said three words, and decisively hung up the phone.
"Nora—"
The owner only managed to utter two words before he lost the chance to speak again.
Feeling a surge of irritation, Nora tossed her phone aside and grumbled, "What taste, never going back there."
Luna Durant?
Was it because of Luna Durant that she couldn’t even eat barbecue at a familiar place?
Just thinking about it made her angry.
"Because of Luna Durant?" Pedro hit the nail on the head.
With a slightly fierce look in her eyes, Nora’s tone turned sarcastic, "You seem quite sensitive to her na."
"I really have nothing to do with her—" Pedro helplessly started to explain, then suddenly chuckled, his tone changing, "I’ll just take it as you being jealous."
"You—"
Nora wanted to retort.
But as she looked up, she saw a crowd rushing over in front of them.
Staring closely, she imdiately recognized the two figures leading the pack, with a caraman following closely behind, and in the back were a swarm of onlookers and fans.
Two celebrities in matching white sportswear, one male, and one female, both seed very familiar.
The male was Clent Winter, and the female was Luna Durant.
Clent had the typical look of a heartthrob, with a tad of baby fat on his face, smiling with crescent eyes. He looked younger than his actual age, like a just-of-age high schooler, vibrant and handso, easily gaining the favor of onlookers.
As for Luna Durant—
Even without refined lighting, her beauty was striking, the type as vividly beautiful as a flower, with a standard figure that could pull off all kinds of styles effortlessly. Even with light makeup paired with sportswear, she still stood out from the crowd.
However, from Nora’s perspective, there was simply no comparison.
In terms of looks, Nora had never lost.
Her gaze lingered for a few seconds before Nora withdrew it disappointedly.
Just as she intended to leave, Luna Durant led Clent straight toward their car.
"Water."
Pedro was about to step on the gas when Nora suddenly spoke, reaching out an arm toward him.
He was startled.
Handing Nora an unopened bottle of water, Pedro pondered as he suggested, "The caras are filming, maybe you should cover your face if you pour it."
"..."
Understanding Pedro’s implication, Nora gave him an exasperated glance.
Was she the type to splash water at the slightest disagreent?
"Knock knock knock—"
The sudden knocking on the car window diverted Nora’s attention and, at the sa ti, saved Pedro from a retort.
The car window slid down, and Nora slightly leaned out.
Luna Durant, who had prepared her lines, froze when she saw the person in the passenger seat.
She didn’t know Nora.
But anyone, seeing such a strikingly beautiful face unprepared, would react the sa way as she did.
After several seconds of silence, Luna Durant regained her composure, put on a standard smile, and politely asked, "Hello, are you going to Yongxingel Alley?"
"Yes."
Elbow propped on the window edge, Nora, with fingertips playing with the water bottle cap, lazily uttered a word.
"That’s great, we—"
Luna Durant’s joy was evident.
But Nora couldn’t be bothered to spare her another glance; she turned her head to look at the young man who was slowly following behind, "Clent?"
Her response brought Luna Durant’s words to an abrupt stop.
"Hey!"
Clent answered with teary eyes, approaching her and looking at Nora with reddened eyes.
——He was spicy.
That barbecue restaurant was famous for its extrely spicy wings. Having the show fild there, they wouldn’t have missed featuring such spicy wings.
That stuff was hardly edible.
Seeing Clent tearfully trailing along, Nora guessed he had eaten the spicy wings.
"Here."
With a lift of her elbow, Nora handed the bottle of water forward, offering it to Clent.
"Ah, thank you."
Clent accepted the bottle with misty eyes, bowed in gratitude, looking cute and well-behaved.
He wiped his tears with a tissue and tilted his head, scrutinizing Nora, "Have I seen you before?"
"Probably."
Nora vaguely replied, withdrawing her hand.
As Luna Durant stood awkwardly, she seized the mont to suppress her anger, forced a smile, and said to Nora, "Miss, if it’s convenient, could we get a ride—"
"No ride."
Devoid of any friendly citizen manners, Nora coldly refused.
The car window, once again, slowly rolled up.
Pedro, shrouded in shadow, watched the scene unfold and promptly stepped on the gas, driving the luxury car away, spraying Luna Durant with exhaust as they left.
Luna Durant: ??? What’s this?!
Who on earth is this woman?!
She intentionally gave the first bottle of water to Clent and showed utter indifference toward her, displaying a shockingly contrasting attitude under the cara.
This damn person must be her anti-fan!
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