Chapter 299 Are You Looking for Her?
After a moment of awkward standing, Luann, unnoticed by all, decided to avoid inconveniencing anyone. She chose to find a seat instead. There were many chairs in the lounge. Soon, they spotted the top-ranked seat available. Not only was it spacious and comfortable, but various snacks and pastries were neatly arranged on the table, clearly well-prepared.
"It's really nice," Luann couldn't help but praise. Having traveled for so long, her stomach was starting to growl.
Luann sat comfortably in the chair, her petite body fitting perfectly into the contours of the seat, and every part of her body was well supported.
The comfortable massage function automatically started with just the right amount of pressure. Luann closed her eyes for a minute, feeling tired and unable to resist the urge to take a nap.
"Get me a piece of cake," Luann requested.
Myron immediately picked a piece of red velvet cake and handed it to Luann.
Luann raised her chin slightly. "Feed me."
Myron's lips curled coolly, a perfectly timed smile carrying layers of warmth. Using his elegant fingers to hold a silver fork, he gently cut a piece and placed it at the corner of Luann's lips.
Luann took a bite and expressed satisfaction, "Let's buy a chair like this for our home when we go back."
"Sure," Myron replied.
The group surrounding the elderly lady soon noticed Luann and Myron's actions.
Without hesitation, a stern voice rang out, "What are you two doing over there!?"
The loud voice made Luann shiver.
Myron lowered his gaze, fed the last bite of cake to Luann, then wiped the corner of her lips with a tissue, asking, "Do you want more?"
Luann shook her head, saying, "It seems like they don't want me to eat anymore."
Myron calmly picked up another piece of cake.
The people around them began to realize that something was amiss.
How could these two silently sit in the Avoida’s seats and even touch Avoida’s items?
It was outrageous! They had no manners at all!
These were all personally prepared, each item carrying the intentions of everyone!
"Is that a place where you can sit? Get up now!"
"I observe you two with unfamiliarity. Are you two the new ones who won this year's prize?"
"You two don't understand the rules at all, it's just nonsense!"
The voice of agitation drew even closer.
"Have you both suddenly gone deaf? Can’t you hear what I said?"
"If you don't stand up, I have the right to disqualify you from the award!"
The employees' faces were a canvas of indignation and fury.
In their perception, Avoida's unparalleled dominance over the charts for the past eleven years had elevated her to a godlike status.
Avoida, along with her achievements, was deemed sacrosanct, not to be profaned by anyone.
Yet here they were, exhibiting no semblance of reverence. Was this not an outright challenge on display?
"What are your names? I want to see where you rank on the list!"
"Not talking?"
"Not answering me?"
"I've been in this industry for eight years and have never seen people like you!"
"It seems that I must teach you a lesson today!"
A red-haired man approached angrily, his tall and muscular figure exuding a threatening aura. He reached out and grabbed Myron's shoulder without hesitation!
The onlookers prepared to witness how these two would be dealt with.
However, the expected scene did not unfold.
Instead, Myron executed a powerful shoulder throw swiftly, causing the man to fall hard to the ground. A piece of cake landed squarely on his face.
Myron casually remarked, "Slippery."
Afterward, he looked apologetically at Luann. "That piece of cake is gone; what flavor would you like now? Let me pick another one for you."
Watching them act so casually, the anger in everyone's hearts continued to rise.
The red-haired man struggled to get up, feeling pain all over his back, shouting, "You're so bold! Get security!"
The crowd's faces also showed clear annoyance.
Were these two here specifically to cause trouble?
Myron glanced coldly, his eyes filled with an unyielding icy demeanor. He said, "Too loud."
Intimidated by Myron's commanding presence, the red-haired man swallowed nervously, retreating two steps to his friends for courage.
Someone hurried to the elevator, pressing the button frantically.
The elevator arrived, and someone was inside.
"Roy, why are you back? Quick, go down and call security!" Someone said.
Roy looked puzzled as he walked out. He asked, "What are you guys up to?"
"Where's Avoida?"
"Have you contacted her?"
Everyone hurriedly responded, "Yes, she's resting there! There are two troublemakers now; you need to go quickly!"
They were afraid Roy might be too slow to leave.
Myron seemed formidable, and he could subdue them all.
Roy perplexed and peered over, asking, "Really? What do they look like? Let me see."
Roy met the old lady's skeptical gaze, saying, "She does seem quite old."
The old lady sighed helplessly, saying, "What are you all talking about? I really don't understand."
Roy froze, tentatively asking in broken Z language, "Hello, Ms. Avoida?"
The old lady looked even more confused, responding, "What?"
Roy rubbed his temple in frustration, saying, "If I remember correctly, Ms. Avoida should be from Z country , right?"
"This old lady doesn't speak Z language at all!"
Everyone was bewildered, saying, "What does this mean? Did we make a mistake? Isn't this Ms. Avoida?"
"Aren’t you Ms. Avoida? Aren't you here for the award ceremony?"
The elderly lady replied, "What, Avoida? I just wanted to pick up a plastic bottle at your door! But you weirdos dragged me in!"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, asking, "Then where's Ms. Avoida? Where is she?"
"Exactly, Roy, didn't you say you called Ms. Avoida, and she had already left the airport? She should have arrived by now, right?"
Roy was also annoyed. He took out his phone and muttered, "Forget it; I'll just contact Ms. Avoida."
He dialed and put the call on speaker.
A graceful ringtone sounded from Luann's end.
Everyone looked over in unison.
What a coincidence. Luann glanced at her phone and answered the call. At the same time, a pleasant and clear female voice came through Roy's phone. "Hi, are you looking for me?"
