Chapter 329 Meeting the Idol
When dawn had just broken, the doorbell downstairs was being pressed frantically.
John walked over and opened the door, surprised to find Emma standing there. He asked, "Emma, why are you here so early?"
Emma chuckled.Her appearance was somewhat fatigued, with bloodshot eyes, likely from a sleepless night.
She said, "Where's Myron?"
"He just got up and was about to have breakfast. I'll go get him. Please have a seat and wait for a moment."
"Alright!"
Before long, Myron came downstairs. He was wearing a black shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing his perfect collarbone.
The cuffs were loose, giving him a somewhat lazy appearance.
An air of nobility and elegance surrounded him, leaving Emma in awe.
'Myron was truly stunning this morning!' Emma thought.
"Myron! Test me!" Emma rushed over.
Myron said indifferently, "I eat first."
Emma shook her head and said, "No! Test me first! I'll forget it later! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
'Goodness knows how she made it through the night,' Emma thought.
Myron casually sat at the dining table and asked a question.
Unexpectedly, Emma answered it correctly. Myron was slightly surprised.
'It seemed Emma indeed needed some pressure. ' Myron thought.
He asked over a dozen questions in one go, and Emma answered them all fluently.
It was evident she had put in a lot of effort the previous night.
"Not bad," Myron rarely praised.
Emma cheered, leaning on the table.She said, "Then can you grant my wish?"
"Alright."
"I want to talk to Luann and ask for her help. Is that okay?"
"Alright."
Emma straightened up and was about to go upstairs.
But Myron, frowning, stopped her. He said, "She's sleeping now. Don't disturb her."
Emma responded sullenly.
Around nine o'clock, Luann woke up.
As soon as Luann came downstairs, Emma excitedly hugged her and pulled her aside to whisper.
"Luann, I want to meet someone! Can you help me?"
"Who?"
"Wow, Ernest Bell is my idol! I'm a huge fan of his! But every time I see him, it's just a quick glimpse among other fans. I can never get close to him. Can you help me?" Emma pleaded.
"You're so popular now. If you just say casual words to Ernest's manager, he might come out to see you."
Luann responded.
"Please, I didn't sleep all night just to complete the task Myron assigned.And He said he would grant my wish."
Emma leaned closer to Luann, pitifully widening her big eyes.
She cotinued, "Look, don't I have dark circles?"
Luann pinched her cheek, "You are still fair."
Emma chuckled, "So, will you help me or not?"
"I can say hello, but I can't guarantee he'll want to see us."
"Alright!"
That afternoon, Luann called Ernest's manager, Jimmy, on her phone.
However, Jimmy didn't answer.
After the seventh call, Jimmy seemed fed up. He answered the call and exclaimed, "Not buying a car, not buying a house! Not saving money, not investing!"
Luann and Emma were taken aback.
Then they said, "Sorry to bother you, my name is Luann."
Jimmy was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
In a sarcastic tone, he said, "So, scammers have changed their tactics now? Pretending to be celebrities? Luann, do you even know who she is? She's a world-renowned, top-ranked painter! And she would call us? What a joke!" He abruptly ended the call.
For a moment, Luann didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Jimmy put down the phone.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window sat a handsome man, his appearance sunny and attractive. He was reading a book in the sunlight.
Hearing the noise, he glanced sideways and asked, "What happened?"
Jimmy replied, "Someone claiming to be Luann called me. Can you believe these scammers? They even called several times, so persistent. And it's unbelievable."
Ernest asked curiously, "How do you know it was a scam?"
"In just three days, I've received no less than fifty scam calls and blocked thirty-six numbers. If this isn't a scam, what is?"
"Besides, why would Luann contact us? Do we have any connection with her? No, we don't." Ernest thought for a moment and agreed.
He sighed, "If it were really Luann, that would be great."
Jimmy scoffed, "Impossible."
Before he could finish, his phone rang.
He opened it and saw a private message:. [I really am Luann. I just called you.]
Jimmy's hand trembled, and the phone slipped from his grasp, hitting the ground with a thud.
At noon, a very ordinary taxi stopped by the roadside.
Two people got out. Ernest wore a mask, a baseball cap, and sunglasses, thoroughly disguised. His tall and handsome figure still drew the attention of many passersby.
The door to the private room opened. Ernest and Jimmy walked inside, their steps halting in unison.
They both saw the beautiful woman sitting here.
Luann stood up and greeted them, "Hi."
Emma covered her mouth, stifling her excited scream.
Jimmy murmured, "She's real."
Ernest remained relatively calm, quickly removing his disguise and extending his hand to Luann. He siad, "Ms. Weaver, hello."
Emma, barely containing her shock, whispered, "He's even more handsome than on TV! And he is so tall!"
Luann shook his hand lightly and introduced, "This is my sister, Emma."
Ernest nodded at Emma. Emma couldn't help but ask, "Can I shake your hand too?"
"Of course," Ernest's smile radiated warmth, just like on TV.
Before coming, Luann had done some research. She knew that Ernest was a newly popular star, twenty-three years old, known for his sunny, handsome, and gentlemanly demeanor.
After shaking hands, Emma pushed her luck further, "Can we take a photo together? I'm really excited. I've been a fan since you debuted!"
Ernest nodded. "No problem. I can also give you an autograph."
"Yes!" Emma excitedly took out her phone and asked Luann to take their picture.
After that, the four finally sat down.
Luann smiled and said, "I think you have realized that why I asked you to come."
Ernest smiled, "It's my honor to be liked by your sister."
