After leaving the hospital where they had her foot checked, Serena Lockwood hailed a cab. During the ride, she earnestly lectured her, "This business with inviting Sean Quinn—we're dropping it. For the next few days, you need to stay home and rest. Don't go running around anywhere. We'll take a picture of your injured foot, post it on Weibo, and say we did our best. Then, we'll go invite Moira Morton… There's still hope… Right now, our top priority is to save your career… That's the most important thing, do you hear me?"
But before she could finish, she was interrupted.
"Sis, look at the car behind us…"
Stella Lockwood had been keeping an eye on that car. After they got into the taxi, the vehicle with the license plate Nan A606Z started following them again.
Serena Lockwood glanced back. Besides the regular flow of traffic, what was there to see? She asked quizzically, "What am I supposed to be looking at?"
"That A606Z has been following us since the sports arena…" she reminded her.
Serena Lockwood took another look. It was a luxury commercial vehicle—the latest model from Mercedes-Benz, a car that costs a million or two. "Do paparazzi drive such fancy cars these days?"
"It's Sean Quinn's," she revealed.
Serena Lockwood's eyes went wide. She turned back to scrutinize it more closely. "He's following us? Why?"
"Maybe it's because I got hurt, so he feels a little guilty? Or maybe he's afraid I'm seriously injured and will say something reckless online, so he's keeping an eye on things… Sis, under these circumstances, I think I have to see this through to the end. I'm not just going to invite him again… I'm going to do it while limping on this foot. Maybe if he feels guilty enough, he'll agree… We have to be persistent and see things through… So it's happily decided! Tomorrow, we'll pay him a third visit… We might even manage to move him…"
In any case, she was the type who wouldn't give up until she hit a dead end.
Serena Lockwood, however, was skeptical. A man like Sean Quinn put his interests above all else. Without a benefit that could sway him, how could he possibly agree so easily? But she couldn't refute Stella's words. She opened her mouth, wanting to scold her, but felt it wasn't appropriate. Gritting her teeth, she finally relented, "Fine. We'll try one last time. If it doesn't work, you'd better give up for good…"
Stella Lockwood agreed cheerfully, "Okay."
But that joy completely vanished the moment they arrived at their doorstep and saw the handsome man waiting there.
"Mr. Joyce, what are you doing here?"
Serena Lockwood, however, cried out in pleasant surprise.
Leaning casually against the doorframe, scrolling through his phone, was none other than the scumbag who had caused the deaths of all four members of her family in her past life—Don Joyce.
This man was only three years her senior. Now just twenty-five, he was already a well-known star. His acting skills were decent, and his access to resources was astonishing. As the Crown Prince of Veridian Media, he had been the company's pet project ever since his debut at age fourteen. As a result, despite his youth, he was already considered a veteran actor. He was also a formidable investor.
In her past life, he had built Veridian Media into an industry leader, one of the three titans of film and television. He had an incredibly sharp instinct for the business; every project he chose became a massive hit. And she had been the superstar he single-handedly propelled to fame. With every role, she raked in enormous profits for him and incidentally launched several of his male actors into stardom.
In the beginning, anti-fans derided her as just a "pretty face," but later, her own fans hailed her as the "Good Luck Goddess." Any actor who was paired with her as a couple was guaranteed to shoot to stardom.
Back then, her fame grew with each passing year, and she became arguably the most sought-after legendary figure in the entire entertainment industry.