The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 558 The fifth person
knock --

Unexpectedly, there was another knock on the door. Anson's house had never been so lively.

Party?

The door is not locked at all, you can enter and exit freely, and there is no need to knock on the door.

Subconsciously, Anson looked at Lucas, "Where else are you yelling about me?"

Lucas met Anson's gaze expressionlessly, his face calm.

"Nothing."

"I just talked to my grandmother, oh, by the way, there are uncles and aunts..."

"Well, there's also Uncle Darren. I asked him if he knew what happened, and he told me that you were filming in Portland until recently before returning to Los Angeles."

"And then..."

Seeing Anson's expression getting more and more cloudy, Lucas finally stopped and said, "No, there is no one else."

Anson, "Haha."

It turns out that this is called "no one else."

But Anson ignored Lucas and strode towards the door. Without hesitation, he opened the door suddenly, and there was a gust of wind.

"……captain?"

Standing at the door was Edgar.

Edgar obviously didn't realize what happened and said to himself.

"Oh, I hope I didn't interrupt your vacation."

"You told me that you are going to Columbus next week. I thought before you leave..."

As he spoke, he entered the door. When he saw the three figures in the hall, he suddenly got stuck. His words were automatically cut off, and he quickly scanned and made a judgment.

"Mrs. Wood."

"...This one should be..."

Mr. Wood.

The words were already on his lips, but Edgar had not forgotten the trouble he made in the Upper West Side of New York last time. He spoke carefully at this time and did not jump to conclusions in a hurry. He looked at Nora.

Before Nora could speak, Lucas took the lead and strode out, "Lucas Wood."

With his black outfit and tall and strong body, the physical pressure on his body hit his face, and his expressionless posture was like that of Lucifer.

One face-to-face encounter creates suppression.

Edgar was not mentally prepared, and his muscles stiffened reflexively. It was not until he shook hands that he noticed that the muscle lines of his arms were completely tense.

"Edgar Cook."

Lucas didn't pause, "So you're the agent who let Hayden Christensen and Brad Renfro bully Anson but did nothing?"

Anson raised his forehead and said, "Luca..."

But this time, Lucas ignored Anson and stared at Edgar intently.

Edgar was frightened, but calmed down and assumed the professional posture of an agent, "Anson's private friendship is not within the scope of my business. I cannot and do not want to interfere."

"My job is to ensure that Anson's interests and image will not be harmed. Believe me, whether it is Hayden or Brad, I am fully prepared. I will not allow them to slander my actors casually."

Professional, objective and rational.

Edgar did not let Lucas lead him around.

Lucas gently raised his chin and looked at Edgar carefully.

That look was hair-raising.

Edgar obviously did nothing wrong, but he couldn't help but feel his heart beat at this moment.

Edgar let go of his right hand. A little unexpectedly, Lucas did not entangle him and simply let go. However, the uneasiness in Edgar's heart did not calm down. There was only one thought in my mind: escape.

Edgar tried to stay calm as much as possible, "Anson, it seems that today is not a good time to talk about business, so I won't disturb your vacation and will come to you another day."

Before the words could even be finished, a voice cut in. His gentle tone was like the warm sun in winter falling on the calm lake, creating layers of ripples.

"Don't be in a hurry. Now that you're here, why not stay and chat for a while. You are busy working all day long, and it is very necessary to occasionally stop for ten minutes to enjoy a cup of coffee. These hours outside of work are what truly belong to life. "

"It's an honor to meet you, Charles Wood."

The unhurried words drew Edgar into them gently and warmly.

Charles once again demonstrated his extraordinary social skills, quietly defeating the opponent's defense and quietly taking control of the initiative.

The steps he was about to leave stopped in place. Edgar had no idea what was happening. When he came to his senses, he was already sitting on the sofa, surrounded by three Woods, and was deeply involved in it unknowingly.

Anson watched this scene quietly, oh, poor captain.

However, Anson didn't say anything after all. Just as the kettle whistled, signaling that the hot water was boiling, Anson turned and entered the kitchen to get busy.

When the coffee was served, Anson saw Edgar's pitiful distress signal at a glance. It seemed that he had lost weight in just a few minutes. The edema after getting up in the morning had completely disappeared, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to be heavier.

Anson wanted to laugh, but it seemed inappropriate, so he controlled himself.

This was the first time I saw Edgar like this. He had no idea that Edgar had such a side. With the thought of a prank, Anson pretended not to see Edgar's signal, turned around and left directly.

Edgar panicked, "Anson..."

He called out.

Anson turned around and looked back, his eyes full of innocence.

Edgar twitched the corners of his stiff mouth, and sweat seemed to be pouring out of his forehead, "Where are you going?"

"Sugar bowl and milk." Anson said calmly, "Or do you all drink black?"

In a panic, Edgar hurriedly said, "I'll just drink black. It's just right. I'll be awake in the morning." To prove his words, Edgar picked up the coffee and took a big sip.

Anson, "hot..."

Before the words could be spoken, Edgar bared his teeth and his entire facial features quickly gathered toward the middle, and his hands and feet also curled up and twisted.

That look, when Noila didn’t recognize it, the corners of her mouth were completely raised.

Edgar no longer cared about complaining, "This coffee... are you sure?"

Burning your mouth is terrible, but it’s not unprepared; the point is, is it normal to taste like soot water?
Charles glanced at the coffee and sat back down calmly, without any intention of trying, "Anson, how did you brew it?"

"Coffee with water, what else?" Anson said matter-of-factly.

The same coffee beans and coffee powder, but sometimes, the brewed coffee may be two completely different worlds, and some people just don't suit it.

Charles was thinking, how should he tell his younger son about this?

But Anson continued, "Look at Luca, he doesn't have any problems."

Lucas held the coffee cup with a calm face, as if he was tasting the most delicious coffee in the world, tasting it calmly and slowly.

This scene made Edgar stunned and he couldn't help but doubt his life: Could it be that there was something wrong with his sense of taste?

Edgar took another shallow taste. Yes, it was the taste of ash water!
"Captain, did you just say you had work?"

Finally, Anson stopped playing pranks and saved Edgar from dire straits.

Edgar suddenly stood up and nodded vigorously. At this time, he couldn't care less about the bitterness in his mouth. Compared with physical torture, mental torture was more terrifying.

"Yes, work."

Anson led Edgar towards the garden. Seeing that he was far away, the sound came again.

"Mom, I saw you pick it up and put it down. You should at least try it."

Nora: Her smile is not a smile.

(End of this chapter)