Chapter 297 Welcome
Recently, Myron has been particularly active on the internet.
He posted Luann's grid photos three times in one day.
Fans were especially excited, unable to help but gather and sigh emotionally.
Unknown: [Luann is living the good life!]
Unknown: [Unfollowed Luann, following Myron, there are photos to see here!]
Unknown: [This is too beautiful!]
However, some couldn't help but question.
Unknown: [Is this Luann's Facebook or Myron's Facebook? Are they all posting Luann's photos? Riding on her popularity?]
Unknown: [Watch your words! Does Myron need to ride on popularity? Be careful; he might come to your house at midnight and twist your head off your neck!]
Unknown: [They are happy to show their love, it's none of your business!]
Unknown: [The ugly duckling turns into a swan. What's so arrogant about that?]
Unknown: [Exactly, even if Myron is handsome, so what, he's just a freeloader.]
Unknown: [Just a pretty face, not much different from a Little White Face. I didn't expect Luann to like this kind of man.]
Unknown: [When he was ugly, you said he wasn't worthy of Luann; now that he's handsome, you call him a freeloader?]
Unknown: [Stop seeking attention here; I'm really afraid you won't see the sun tomorrow morning!]
The crowd argued loudly, exchanging insults for hundreds of layers.
Little did they know, after seeing all this, that Myron didn't get angry at all. He even posted a photo of milk.
'Luann's husband': [The doctor said my stomach isn't good; Luann specially made this milk for me.]
Unknown: [Such a perfect comeback.]
Luann watched Myron happily drinking soup, tapping her fingers lightly on the table.
"What are you smiling about?"
Myron replied obediently, "Everyone says I'm a freeloader."
Luann's face darkened; she said, "These people just won't stop causing trouble!"
Myron added immediately, "I'm happy to be a freeloader."
"Why?" Luann was very puzzled, thinking, 'Shouldn't many men dislike being freeloaders?'
Myron took a sip of milk and said, "I suddenly feel that it's pretty good not to have to work hard."
Luann was full of question marks.
What was Myron talking about?
She was starting to have trouble understanding.
Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.
Luann picked it up. She was extremely surprised and asked, "Vincenzo?"
"Surprised you actually remembered me."
Myron's hand holding the spoon suddenly paused.
Since confirming his relationship with Luann, Myron had forgotten all about the time he had driven Vincenzo away to prevent Luann from contacting him.
"That kid f did some kind deed a while back, arranged a bunch of travel tours for me."
"Later, I still felt unsatisfied, so after a week of traveling, I went to several cities on my own and just got back these days."
"I heard you came looking for me in person. Is there something going on?"
Luann stood up and walked towards the distance, seemingly trying to avoid Myron.
Myron suddenly found the soup tasteless in his mouth; he listened intently, wishing he could press his ear against Luann's phone.
After a while, Luann returned and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"
Myron snapped out of it, shaking his head lightly, saying, "What's wrong?"
Luann said, "Just an acquaintance calling, nothing major."
Myron's eyebrows twitched slightly, probing, "Was that Vincenzo? I saw you both perform together before."
Luann nodded and said, "Yes, that's him; he also has a student named f."
"Is that the man who wears a mask?"
"Yes."
"What do you think of him?"
Myron remembered his encounters with Luann, always sensing her dislike for him.
"Why do you have so many questions? Are you getting jealous?" Luann smiled lightly, chin resting on her hand.
Myron remained silent.
Then he said, "Okay, let's not talk about that. Get ready; we're about to go abroad."
Luann said, "Alright."
Watching Luann's figure, the depth in Myron's eyes gradually intensified. He called Vincenzo. "What did Luann want from you just now?"
Vincenzo sounded puzzled, asking, "She just asked if I was having fun and where I had been."
"Just that?" Myron furrowed his brow lightly.
Vincenzo replied, "Yeah."
Myron hung up.
For some reason, he felt that something was off. But he couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Soon, the results of the Global Art Rankings were announced.
When the list was posted online, it caused quite a stir.
Unknown: [Avoida is still number one, as expected.]
Unknown: [Our school's Ross made the list again! 49th place, amazing!]
Unknown: [Yeah, Ann is also on it! 21st place! So impressive!]
Unknown: [I envy them so much, but it looks like I need to work harder to catch up with them.]
Unknown: [This is a world-class ranking, I'll watch.]
Unknown: [How did the one who held the second place for years get pushed down? Who is this Nidi?]
Unknown: [First time seeing this, does anyone have pictures of his work?]
Unknown: [The official lineup is already in place; it's expected to be released at midnight tomorrow. I'm so excited! Looks like he's the dark horse of this year!]
At the Global Art Rankings office.
Meanwhile, Everyone was busy preparing for the award ceremony the day after tomorrow.
"This area is for Ms. Avoida; it's already marked out, so everyone, don't mess around."
"No problem, but speaking of which, who knows Ms. Avoida's flight? We need to go pick her up!"
"Most of the winners should be arriving today!"
"I remember the flight is at 3 pm!"
"It's already past 2 pm! Quickly, someone goes to the airport with a sign!"
"The sign is ready!"
"Ten of you, hurry up! Go and don't keep Ms. Avoida waiting!"
The employees nodded, ready to rush out.
"Wait, aren't we preparing a wheelchair?"
"Why do we need a wheelchair?"
"What if Ms. Avoida is an elderly lady who can't walk? What then?"
"Good point! I'll push one over!"
Luann and Myron got off the plane and walked towards the exit along the secure corridor.
Just as they reached the exit, they saw a dozen people holding up a huge sign, ten meters long and two meters wide. It had a string of words written on it.
[Welcome, Avoida! Congratulations, Avoida!]
Myron lowered his head and asked softly, "Is that here to pick you up?"
Luann looked away, saying lightly, "It shouldn't be so crude and embarrassing."
Myron nodded and said, "I also think so. My car is already here, so let's go."
Luann said, "Okay."
The two of them left side by side, passing by Roy, who was coming after them.
Roy took out his phone from his pocket and called Avoida.
Unexpectedly, the call went through!
Roy suppressed his inner excitement, "Ms. Avoida, have you landed?"
"I'm on my way to your company."
"Take your time."
An old voice came through the phone. "I'm fine."
Roy didn't know what was happening on the other line. He said, "Wait for me! We'll be there soon!"
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