"Summer, Artie has some great news for you. Artie helped little Summer get a bit of revenge, giving the Master of Fame a good drenching."
Artie crossed her arms over her 36D chest, stroked her arms, and shook off the goosebumps before continuing, "Imagine someone wading in their own mouthwash, and then..."
For the Pouting Siren, who had a "slight" cleanliness obsession, helping Summer Fairmont get revenge was more terrifying than entering a haunted house.
"Okay."
"Summer, you just use one word to compliment, how is that enough? You should praise me as the ultimate unbeatable cosmic awesome!"
"Awesome." Summer Fairmont's emotionless "awesome" sounded completely from a different planet compared to Artie's enthusiastic "awesome."
"Oh come on, say two more words; it's not like you'll lose a piece of meat or have to pay extra tax! I just casually threw some water, and it sent the Master of Fame straight to the ICU, you know!"
"Nothing wrong?"
"Of course nothing's wrong with your Artie; don't you see whose big sister I am, super fierce and super awesome, right?"
"ICU."
"Ah, you mean you want to know if the person sent to the ICU is okay! Are you even my universe-shaking, ghost-marking, number one best friend?" Artie sounded a bit jealous.
Surprisingly, Summer Fairmont's first concern was not whether her delicate, jade-like beauty was okay.
Gosh, did I hear that wrong?
"..." Summer Fairmont was so concise she didn't utter a word.
"Alright, I admit it, I was kidding. It didn't really get to the ICU level. Summer, don't be scared okay?" Artie was the type that, even when Summer Fairmont was utterly silent on the other end of the phone, never ran out of things to say.
"Hmm." The one-word mantra of Summer Fairmont was back online.
"Summer, listen, the ambulance just arrived. How could someone get to the ICU that quick? Can you hear the ambulance's siren?" The Pouting Siren's tone hinted with a little excitement.
"I don't believe it."
"How could Summer not believe Artie? It's true; I really called an ambulance, and Artie truly helped Summer get revenge!"
As the ambulance siren sounded from the other end of the phone, Summer Fairmont's emotions finally showed a tinge of concern: "Still pretending?"
Artie often pulled off some "little antics," but she was never a "techie" who would take the props seriously enough.
"No way, no way! Little Artie wouldn't trick Summer twice in a row, definitely not a third time. Didn't we agree jokes should not exceed three times? Summer, let me tell you, the ambulance was called by my brother! Artie helping Summer get revenge, how could there be any discount? How could it be anything less than universe-shaking and unstoppable?"
"Impressive." Summer Fairmont's tone quickly calmed down again.
If Artie were messing around alone, she wouldn't be comfortable, but with her overly doting brother involved, there was no problem at all.
Being in Scotland, even if Summer Fairmont's heart went to Artie's side, her physical location couldn't change.
Sean Lowell changed his clothes, heading for the venue with his hair still wet.
Gordon Sterling followed Sean Lowell, speechless.
Taking the road by "flying," have you considered the heavyweight feeling of three hundred forty pounds?
"Anyone who knows the situation would know you're going to tell the driver you don't need an ambulance, but those who don't might think you're rushing to the ambulance to reincarnate!" Gordo was a bit annoyed.
With such a special body as Sean's, he should at least take a ten-minute hot shower to drive the chill out, blow-dry his hair properly, and then come out.
"I'll find someone; you handle the ambulance." Sean sped up without looking back.
Gordon himself knew that Sean was already soaked to the bone, going to the hospital now would mostly be for peace of mind.
Hospitals are for treating illnesses, not for prevention.
But even if it's just for peace of mind, Gordon still wanted to try.
In the past five years, Sean hadn't once used air conditioning, stayed up late, or caught a cold, something he had never experienced.
For people who often catch colds, they come and go quickly.
For the Divine Palate, who guards zealously against it, a cold is either non-existent or overwhelmingly severe.
Even a tiny bit of subtle aftereffect wasn't something Gordon could accept.
Since The Jilted became famous five years ago, he only appeared publicly once a year.
Beside Sean wanting to use this to walk out of Stockholm syndrome, more importantly, Elder Ford had higher expectations for Sean, the one to inherit his mantle, than for other apprentices.
Actually, Sean took just half a year to overcome the psychological issues that had plagued him for years, cornering him.
But Elder Ford was aging, with sensory functions deteriorating.
Ethan Ford wanted to pass all his life's knowledge to his last direct disciple in his lifetime.
Therefore, Elder Ford was always reluctant to let Sean "come out."
Sean only felt gratitude, no rebellious thoughts.
However, in this era of traffic and popularity, leaving Sean's 19.8 million fans unattended is not in line with market logic.
At least it doesn't match Gordon's business-minded philosophy.
Besides, if Sean were kept hidden at the peak of The Jilted's popularity, Elder Ford's wine cellar might be trampled by frenzied fans.
So, Gordon created a persona for Sean similar to a "male version of Li Ziqi."
The difference is that Sean Lowell only does the brewing.
It can be said that Gordon Sterling handles more than 99.99% of the work, leaving only 0.01% that requires Sean's personal involvement.
Turning Sean into the much-talked-about "The Jilted" wasn't Gordon's original intention.
When he first released the series "My Roommate Who Got Dumped by the Same Girl Fifty Times," Gordon didn't name names.
He just casually wrote it down and then turned it into a joke in his talks.
What stand-up comedian doesn't have a few quirky roommate or colleague stories?
Back when he had only around one to two hundred thousand followers, Gordon never imagined what would happen when his follower count skyrocketed by several orders of magnitude.
From hundreds of thousands to millions, and then tens of millions, what kind of chain reaction would that trigger?
A single photo could lead fans to discover the streamer's "hideout," and an old post made years ago could lead to the main character being doxxed.
After all, being dumped fifty times by Tina wasn't exactly a secret at Riverton University.
Initially, Gordon was careless, but eventually, he felt helpless.
When fans of The Dump Me Alliance gathered with the ferocious speed of a locust swarm, Gordon realized it was futile to attempt returning privacy to his roommate.
Being well-versed in business strategies, Gordon quickly understood the saying "stopping the mouths of the people is as difficult as stopping a flood," and found it was better to channel it properly than to block it.
Moreover, Sean himself didn't mind becoming "The Jilted" at all and even thanked Gordon twice.
If it weren't for that message from the psychiatrist in Gordon's livestream chat, Sean might still be trapped by Stockholm syndrome to this day.
More importantly, Sean's life wasn't affected by the sudden viral fame, or more precisely, Sean wasn't even aware of his large following.
He had been living in isolation for five years in a place without internet.
This was why an ordinary university student majoring in brewing engineering could develop such an extraordinary craftsman aura.
Every month, Gordon had to fly and drive for more than twenty hours to meet Sean for filming.
People unaware might even think Gordon had circled the earth.
At first, Sean disagreed with being "secretly filmed" every month.
But Elder Ford was convinced by Gordon.
Wouldn't Sean eventually graduate one day?
Wouldn't he have his own wine once he graduated?
Wouldn't he need to sell his own wine?
Wouldn't he need advertising when he wants sales?
Wouldn't it be beneficial to promote now without spending a penny?
Rekindling The Jilted's heat for promotion later on.
That would be a fan base worth billions that can't be regained.
Moreover, fans garnered by spending money don't compare to those pure and unadulterated true fans.
Though Gordon stumbled into brewing engineering, he's actually quite gifted in management.
If Sean's 19.8 million followers were attributed to someone else, it might become dead followers in six months, even without losing any.
But Gordon managed to keep The Dump Me Alliance growing year after year.
Without impacting Sean's brewing, Gordon releases a brewing video for The Jilted each month.
Then, through endless "defamation," he makes The Jilted increasingly popular.
...............
Sean walked out as quickly as possible and soon saw Artie Vaughn making a call by the venue entrance.
Ignoring Leo Vaughn, Sean impatiently asked, "Are you calling Summer Fairmont?"
"Mind your own business?" Artie puffed out his chest, rolled his eyes, and sent Sean a "cute eye attack" with an adorably fierce look.
"Summer Fairmont, that name suggests a girl, right?" Sean continued without any trace of annoyance.
"Mind your own business?" Cute eye attack*2.
"Is Summer Fairmont currently in Scotland? And she's doing whiskey, right?"
"Mind your own business?" Cute eye attack*3.
What happened to being unperturbed and serious? What's this chaotic behavior?
It was Artie's first encounter with a situation where her triple cute eye attack failed completely: "Hey, oh great Master of Fame, can't you see someone is on the phone or what?"
Such a rude person, Artie only poured two pots of water over him!
The worst part is, one of them was completely clean!