She dominates the entertainment industry with her disaster system

He completely forgot that he had once been swayed by the woman next to him, and only criticized her according to the standard of being fickle.

Yoshitaka is tall and straight, with a refined and shrewd temperament in his appearance and dress. At first glance, it is difficult for most people to ignore his presence.

Ayane is no exception.

She noticed his gaze and showed an innocent and curious expression.

During the dark days and nights, she had long understood his preferences better than he did himself - he liked elegant ladies and enjoyed being taken care of by women, but he could not help but pursue novelty and excitement.

Apart from his physical body, he was just an ordinary man who had lost his soul and lost himself in extreme enjoyment.

She would use her methods to turn him into a puppet for her to manipulate.

Of course, this requires a bit of patience.

Ayane looked back at him with a smile, until a pair of dishonest hands touched her waist from the side - her eyes, which were originally full of smiles, quickly turned red, and her body kept struggling while tears welled up in her eyes, making her look more and more pitiful.

"Damn it, what are you doing!" Yoshitaka pushed away the others, rushed over hurriedly, shouted loudly, and kicked the owner of those hands away with force.

The man covered his wrist in pain, and ran away immediately when he saw that the situation was not good.

It was a rare opportunity for Yoshitaka to be a hero, and just as he was about to raise his foot to chase after her, Ayane gently grabbed his wrist.

"Thank you, sir." Her voice was soft and ethereal, giving people a gentle feeling like a breeze blowing on their faces. "Thank you for helping me drive away that gangster."

"You're welcome. It's just a small favor." Yixiao stared at her, his eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light. "Are you okay? Do I need to take you to the hospital?"

His lingering eyes around her seemed to be confirming her mental state, but in fact he was calculating how to best eat his prey.

Ayane understood it very well.

The first encounter plot she specially customized for him was not wasted.

Ayane raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly, breaking away from his hold on her, "No, I can do it myself."

"Your girlfriend may be getting impatient."

Yoshitaka knew who she was talking about, but he couldn't spare the time to look back.

Things between men and women are actually just like that. Often, just a glance or a word is enough to understand the signals sent by the other person.

He was sure that their hearts were beating in sync at this moment.

He was not in a hurry to bite off the neck of the prey that was destined to be caught.

Therefore, Yixiao did not force her to do anything, but just gave her a few gentlemanly instructions and handed her his business card.

【True Technology Yoshitaka Morikawa】

Ayane took the business card with a smile, stroking the gold-plated letters on it, and turned to leave.

The moment she turned around, those upturned fox eyes instantly became cold and violent, and thick ink condensed in her eyes, like dark clouds, suggesting the coming storm.

At this moment, the long-suppressed anger broke through her disguised mask and was completely exposed to the camera.

Of course, in less than a second, Ayane's entire temperament returned to that of an elegant and harmless urban white-collar worker.

It was as if the real malice revealed in that moment was just an illusion created by the audience's eyes.

As the camera zoomed out, two figures walked away in opposite directions. There was a moment of silence in the studio, followed by Kitagawa Yoshiko's voice "Cut".

Before everyone else, Kevin Cowan raised his hand and gave a light round of applause to their performance.

"Well done." He smiled sweetly and intimately, his eyes falling directly on Su Lingxi's face, "Nicole, I must admit that you are now much taller than the silly blonde girl I imagined."

Su Lingxi raised her eyebrows, but did not refuse his straightforward compliment. "Thank you very much. I think my efforts during this period have been worth it."

"Of course, there are only a handful of talented actresses who have become famous at a young age in the entire Hollywood—" Kevin took the initiative to step forward and handed over his business card like Morikawa Yoshitaka in the play, "and you already have both at the same time. You have the capital to be arrogant to anyone, dear."

His tone was a little corny, but out of politeness, she nodded slightly to him and said calmly: "Thank you for your recognition, Mr. Cowan, it means a lot to me."

Kevin Cowan smiled, turned to Kitagawa Yoshiko, and suggested, "It just so happens that the main creative team is here today, why don't we have a party to celebrate?"

Typical Hollywood style - they like to hold parties no matter what happens, inauguration parties, birthday parties, signing parties... There is nothing they can't do, except what you can't think of.

Everyone knew that this party was a great opportunity for them to get closer to the producer, so even if some people were not interested in the party culture, they did not raise any objections.

No one dared to offend Kevin Cowan.

He only needs one phone call to easily influence the entire crew.

After leaving an ambiguous invitation, Kevin left the set with his assistant and bodyguard.

He seemed satisfied when he left, but also seemed to have no interest in paying more attention to the others.

This attitude of suspected discrimination did not make Su Lingxi feel much favor towards him. On the contrary, the other party's strong and unyielding style made her deeply feel the taste of facing the power holder directly.

Power is a wonderful thing.

She has to be stronger.

The next time I saw Kevin Cowan was at the yacht party that night. The main creators of the crew flocked to him, but all they got was a warm smile on his face.

"Girl, I'm glad you're not late." The gentle-looking man raised the wine glass in his hand. "How do you feel about being here?"

Su Lingxi took off his sunglasses without changing his expression, and smiled calmly, "Sir, I am honored to be here."

She always knew what kind of smile was most contagious.

Even someone as picky as Kevin had to admit that although the girl in front of him was a foreigner, her bright smile was charming enough and was not inferior to those blondes with blue eyes.

No wonder that guy took a fancy to her.

He waved his hand casually. "Can you call me Kevin? Or Cowen, don't add those polite titles. I think we should be friends, right?"

Su Lingxi was stunned for a few seconds, and seemed a little flattered. "...If you don't mind, I would of course prefer to call you Kevin."

"Well, it sounds better to call me that." Kevin handed her a glass of wine. "Sit down here. There are a lot of seats here, and the view is better."

Su Lingxi didn't know where he got the luxury yacht from, but the yacht, which was busy breaking through the wind and waves, obviously did not allow her to hesitate any longer. The shaking hull, the waves splashing into the air, the eyes of other people... everything around her was urging her to make a choice.

Finally, she held the wine glass tightly and found a seat not too far from Kevin.