As Leah left the stage, Emily quickly approached, holding a coat and a bottle of water. She draped the coat over Leah and anxiously asked, "Leah, did you not rest well yesterday, leading to your poor performance today?" "No." "Then why?" Leah took the water from her hand, took a sip, and said, "Because I don't feel anything for Wesley." Emily: ... "Huh?" Emily was tempted to strangle her. "That's Wesley! You don't feel any spark looking at that face?" "No." She even felt like punching him in the face after staring at him for a while. Leah drank her water, her eyes shimmering. Her inner world had always been extremely closed off. It was only after meeting Diana that she opened up and embraced a normal life. As for the emotion of "liking"... Before meeting Colin, she didn't understand that feeling at all. Apart from Colin, she couldn't find that feeling for anyone el

Finally, urged by Ramingo's prompt, Amelia reluctantly walked to the end of the red carpet. Before leaving, he extended his hand, took off the Red Rose from his chest, and then casually tossed it toward the crowd nearby. A young girl caught the rose. Anthony chuckled softly, "Flowers match beautiful women, and it suits you well." He added with a flirtatious wink, "Ah ah ah! Anthony, Anthony gave me flowers!" The girl who caught the flower screamed in excitement, grabbing her companion, her eyes rolling back in exhilaration, almost losing her composure. Observing Anthony's playful antics, Leo's mouth twitched. "Aren't you afraid of being too shameless?" Anthony replied, "I'd die if I'm not shameless." As the group reached the interview area, reporters were eagerly waiting. "FOT, Wesley was just ahead of you. Did you come together?" Together? The three looked at each other, wearing bewilder

Thinking it was Yvaine, Wesley didn't struggle at first. When he turned his head, he met Ben's complex expression. Instantly, his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. Damn it. It's this troublemaker! "Let go!" Wesley shook off his hand, suppressing his anger, trying to maintain a proud demeanor. This guy must have come specifically to mock him. He couldn't show any weakness! Unexpectedly, Ben extended his hand, taking off his own suit jacket. "Quick, put on my clothes!" Wesley: ??? His expression froze for a moment, then couldn't hold back, revealing a bewildering look. "What are you doing?" "Putting clothes on you. Do you really intend to walk all the way like this?" Ben was serious: "Hurry up, put on my clothes." Wesley's expression went through myriad changes, finally unable to hold back a burst of curses. "Damn it, Ben, do you think it's fun to m

Diana slouched against the door, waiting for over half an hour. Feeling like she was about to fall asleep, she finally heard some movement outside. She jolted awake and quickly got up, glancing outside. Bernard and Kismet stood up, exchanged a few words with John, and prepared to leave. Diana sighed in relief. Finally, they were leaving. John also stood up, personally escorting them out. When they reached the elevator, Kismet linked her arm with Bernard's, smiling dignifiedly at John. "I'm quite curious about your fiancée. I wonder what kind of person she is?" John's expression softened, a rare hint of tenderness in his eyes. "She's peerlessly beautiful, unmatched in the world." Kismet was taken aback. "Hearing Mr. Matthews say that, I'm really looking forward to meeting this Ms. Thompson." "There will be a chance." After seeing them off in the elevator, John turned back and retur

Ben nodded and hurriedly walked towards Liora's office with the thermal lunchbox in hand. Entering Liora's office, Ben placed the lunchbox down and nervously waited. Surprisingly, Wesley turned out to be Liora's younger brother. He had played a prank on her own brother. This was getting messier; he hadn't even caught up to Liora, and he had already offended her brother. How was he going to explain when Liora arrived? Rubbing his hands anxiously, Ben began rehearsing his lines. "Dr. Jephson, I was just joking with Wesley last time, but he took it seriously." No, too fake. He had been cursing Wesley just the other day, calling him all sorts of names. "Although Wesley and I don't get along, if he's your brother, I'll tolerate him." That didn't sound right either. It made it seem like all the faults were on Wesley, and he was being magnanimous. Too hypocritical. "I actually like Wesley; it's just that due to our pos