The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 974 Part-time Driver
“…Could it be the driver?”

The murmur of trivial discussions inadvertently hit his eardrum, and Lucas's face turned even darker.

Lucas: Haha, driver, that’s correct. He is the driver tonight.

However, the surface remains unmoved.

His face was as calm as water. Lucas held his head high, chest out, and stood as straight as a pine tree. He fastened the buttons of his suit with his slender fingers, turned around, walked straight around the front of the car and walked towards the gallery.

Just in time, someone inside saw the noise outside and pushed the door open to come out.

"Anson..."

"Anson!"

"Anson."

In an instant, the buzzing sounds in his ears all turned into mumblings calling for Anson.

Either loud or soft, excited or shy, joyful or lost.

The trivial sounds continued to surge, as if the buildings on all sides were all tap dancing. The world was surging and rolling in the field of vision.

Lucas: Driver and bodyguard.

Anson did not dodge.

He stood there calmly, glanced around, smiled and nodded at the crowd, as if he was greeting his neighbors in the morning.

No waving.

Precisely because it was so ordinary and natural, and not at all like the cheers being welcomed by a superstar, the crowd received the signal and nodded politely in response, and the heat wave that was bubbling and boiling like magma did not erupt out of control for the time being.

Then, Anson politely made way and protected the lady behind him like a gentleman.

In an instant, Nora could feel the gazes of the entire audience pouring down on her like a summer rainstorm, hot and turbulent, so fierce and so powerful that she couldn't breathe. Subconsciously, she paused.

Just now, Nora had seen the grand scene outside and couldn't help but worry about Anson.

Nora suggested that Anson leave through the back door, as far away from public sight as possible.

But Anson disagreed.

Of course, they could leave through the back door, but the back door was probably surrounded by paparazzi; what's more, even if there were no paparazzi, if they chose to leave through the back door, it would mean that they chose to avoid the spotlight.

First, they have a guilty conscience. In fact, they have nothing to hide, so the media may make up news based on hearsay.

Secondly, it stimulates curiosity. The more they evade, the more excited the paparazzi become; the more they hide, the more determined the paparazzi become to continue digging.

To be precise, this is a cat-and-mouse game, but the point is——

Their starting point is the same: whoever escapes first becomes a rat.

Anson has always been upright and aboveboard in front of the media, and is willing to communicate with the paparazzi and the public on an equal footing. No matter who will be the cat in this cat-and-mouse game, he will not be the mouse.

Having said that, Anson left the decision to his mother.

Nora considered it carefully and finally chose to break through head-on.

however.

Nora immediately realized that she had underestimated the power of the crowd. It looked very turbulent, but the actual experience was even more crazy.

Involuntarily, I paused.

Click. Click, click, click.

There weren't many paparazzi, but the sound of shutter clicks still found a place among the bustling crowd, proving their presence with their silver flashes.

But precisely because there are not many of them, and they are scattered in different corners, and the flash lights are attacking here and there, it makes it difficult for the eyes to adapt to this stimulation.

Then, Nora saw Lucas come forward, stand on the side of the car, respectfully open the door, and make an invitation gesture in a methodical manner.

"Please, Mrs. Wood, Mr. Wood."

Nora didn't have time to think about it and got into the car quickly.

Anson looked at Lucas and immediately caught the sarcasm in the words. Is this some kind of role-playing game?

"...Mr. Driver?" Anson joked.

Lucas looked at Anson expressionlessly. But Anson could clearly see the despair in Lucas' eyes, so he just chuckled and got into the car without provoking Lucas any more.

Lucas warned unhappily, "Be careful of bumping into each other."

He watched Anson's left leg being retracted into the car before closing the door.

boom.

With the muffled sound, the paparazzi and the onlookers finally woke up a little:

That's it?

Is Anson going to leave like this?
Suddenly, I became anxious.

A bustling shout broke out in an instant, like a rainstorm on a summer afternoon, bursting down without warning, and the whole world was roaring.

Everything happened right before their eyes, without any tricks, so people were unable to react. They did not think of chasing, besieging or getting close, but instead kept a certain distance.

He was completely unaware and just watched Anson get into the car.

……That's it?
It was a beat late before he realized Anson was about to leave.

The paparazzi and the crowd all became anxious. All kinds of questions and screams erupted in an overwhelming and astonishing energy.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
The whole world was shaking.

However, Lucas got there first.

In just a few steps, the long legs went around the front of the car and returned to the driver's seat.

Then he walked away.

Without pause or hesitation, leave before the crowd can come to their senses.

At this point, the crowd at the scene finally reacted and rushed into the street like a flood bursting through a dam, swallowing up the street in an instant. Flash lights and shouts chased after them, but in the end they could only catch the back of a vehicle.

Full of reluctance.

"Ah, Anson, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

It was earth-shattering and heart-wrenching.

With a shout, a figure rushed out from the bustling crowd, rushed forward without thinking, and ran at full speed like a cheetah -

No kidding. For a brief moment, it was as if I had entered the final of the 100-meter sprint at the Olympics, with all eyes fixed on that figure riding so fast that he left everyone in his dust.

The man ran and shouted all the way. There was a sense of incongruity between his agile and strong body and his heart-wrenching scream, yet they were inexplicably integrated. It was difficult to accurately describe the impact of this scene for a moment, so that others were stunned and watched the vehicle turn.

Then, disappear.

The man was finally exhausted and stopped chasing. He stood there, his hands supporting his knees, panting heavily. His sadness and helplessness could be felt even from half a street away. His lonely back made the onlookers at the scene feel embarrassed.

After all, they are just there to watch the show and their feelings cannot compare to other people's true feelings.

Meanwhile, in the gallery.

Carol and the other two stood on tiptoe, leaning against the glass window, and looked at the noise in front of them, which instantly reminded them of the scene of the St. Patrick's Day parade not long ago.

"If he yelled, 'Hey, Anson, your wallet,' it would be comedy," the man muttered.

Carol looked back speechlessly.

The man raised his hands. "Humor. That's called humor. Life is so tiring without any sense of humor."

After a pause of one second, Carroll said quietly, "If he yelled, 'Hey, Anson, your phone,' it would be a horror movie."

And in the carriage.

Nora looked through the rearview mirror, staring at the figure who stopped with a look of reluctance and regret on his face, "Anson, is it really okay?"

Anson said seriously, "What do you think if we stop the car now and I go up to him to thank him and give him a hug?"

Without waiting for Nora's response, Lucas shifted from second gear to third gear and stepped on the accelerator.

Anson: ... "Hey, Mr. Driver, are you voting with your feet?"

Lucas refused to answer.

(End of this chapter)