I harbored a secret crush on the boy who protected his childhood friend until he was expelled from school. Years later, when I became a top-tier talent manager, I ran into him waiting tables at a restaurant. He had long forgotten me, but I still wanted to give him a chance. I asked him, "Leo Vance, do you want to act?" He left with me. It took me three years to transform him from a waiter into the entertainment industry's newest A-lister. And then, the childhood friend he had protected all those years ago came back looking for him. 01 Leo Vance didn't tell me that Chloe Sterling had come looking for him. I found out because a media outlet I was close with caught a video of Leo shopping at a supermarket with a girl. I had a good relationship with the owner of this media outlet. The money I paid him every year was enough to cover the annual revenue of a mid-sized company with over a hundred employees. So, he didn't publish it. Following the unwritten rules of our industry, he sold the video to me as a favor. I clicked open the video. The paparazzi must have been staking them out for a long time, because the Leo in the photos was fully bundled up; unless you knew him extremely well, you wouldn't be able to recognize him. However, the girl beside him, dressed in casual clothes, was completely unmasked. Even after all this time, and despite the blurry quality, I recognized her the moment I laid eyes on her. Chloe Sterling. She and Leo were my high school classmates, and she was the childhood friend who grew up with him. During high school, Leo was the big man on campus. He was brilliant back then, never dropping out of the top ten in the grade. Of course, I consistently held the number one spot, but it was different. I spent over a dozen hours studying every day, while he belonged to the type who could easily get good grades with minimal effort. Good grades, handsome, popular—he was famous throughout the school. Naturally, Chloe, who walked to and from school with him every day, received a lot of attention too. At that time, Leo was the student all the teachers had the highest hopes for. During the final push in senior year, everyone had high expectations for him. That was until he, in order to protect Chloe from being harassed by thugs on her way home, used excessive force in self-defense, resulting in permanent disability for one of the thugs. This incident caused a massive uproar at the time, even drawing the attention of the school board. I don't know if it went on his permanent record, but the thug's parents were wealthy and powerful, and they refused to let it go. Chloe, who should have stepped forward to explain, never showed her face. Eventually, the school had no choice but to expel Leo. The last time I saw Leo during high school was at the bus station. His figure, dragging a suitcase, was swallowed by the crowd. He was very tall. I watched him look around at the sea of people. He probably didn't find the person he wanted to see, so he gave a self-deprecating smile and, without looking back, boarded the bus to Los Angeles. At the time, I hid in the crowd, secretly seeing him off for the last time—though I really didn't need to hide; Leo probably didn't even know who I was. The next time I saw him was seven years later, at a very ordinary wrap party. When he came over carrying a bottle of '92 Lafite, I recognized him immediately. I blurted out in astonishment, "Leo Vance?" He was also stunned, politely asking, "Do you know me?" I smiled then. I looked at him. The premature hardships of life had given his aura a calm and steady depth, but his face was still incredibly handsome. He was different from the pretty-boy idols under my management. His handsomeness had a restrained, story-like quality. Combined with his sharp eyebrows and striking eyes, a single glance was enough to captivate everyone. I didn't tell him we were high school classmates. Before leaving, I simply handed him my business card. He took it, glanced at it, and seeing my name, showed no emotion. I knew then he had no memory of me. But I didn't mind. I smiled at him sincerely and said, "Leo Vance, you have great potential. Any interest in joining the entertainment industry?" Three days later, I received a call from Leo. Leo had excellent natural potential, and in the entertainment industry, a good face is half the battle. Add to that the fact that I poured all the resources I had into promoting him—with the right timing, right place, and right people—Leo's rise to stardom was a matter of course, and he became the ace artist under my management. He had always been very cooperative, saving me a lot of trouble, and never caused any incidents. Until today, when I received this video. I watched the video on my phone again, then called Leo. No one answered. I pondered for a moment, closed my phone, stood up, grabbed my car keys from the desk, and walked out. 02 I stood at the door of Leo's house and rang the doorbell. After a long time with no answer, I waited another five minutes, then started punching in the passcode. I handled everything for Leo. I was the one who found this place for him when he made his first pot of gold. It offered strong privacy and confidentiality—more importantly, I knew the developers well, which saved him a considerable amount of money. When setting the passcode, I asked him what he wanted it to be. He seemed to have no particular preference at the time, just saying, "Whatever." I joked, half-smiling, "Whatever? Since anything goes, I'll set it as my birthday. That way, every time you enter the code, you'll remember my birthday, remember to thank your benefactor, and send me a big gift on time." He smiled too. Later, this passcode was kept until today; he never changed it. I entered my birthday, and with a "beep," the door unlocked. I stood at the door, knocked once more. I had given Leo plenty of time. I didn't know what might be inside, but whatever it was, after all this time, he should have cleaned it up. I walked in, very surprised to find Leo wasn't there. Instead, a girl stood in the middle of the living room, wearing Leo's t-shirt, her bare, pale legs showing underneath. She looked at me with panic and confusion. It was Chloe. I stood in the entryway, paused, and asked her, "Where's Leo?" She looked at me with hesitation, asking in alarm, "Who are you?" I didn't answer. I opened the shoe cabinet but couldn't find my slippers. I looked up at Chloe, and sure enough, I saw my slippers on her feet. I remained silent. I have severe OCD; if someone touches my personal items, I won't use them again. I didn't show any emotion towards Chloe. I gave her a polite, professional smile and introduced myself: "Hello, I'm Leo's manager, and also his girlfriend. Could you please tell me where Leo is?" Leo and I got together a year ago. As two consenting adults with mutual attraction, and considering I had always liked him, I never hid that affection from him. Leo was definitely aware of it, but neither of us ever brought it out into the open. We finally got together two years ago when he was just starting to get noticed. I went to negotiate a brand endorsement for him. During the business dinner, I drank quite a bit. I maintained a facade of effortless charm and witty banter until I signed the contract and saw the brand executives to their cars. Only then did I start throwing up. Leo took me home and stayed to take care of me. In my groggy state, I heard him sigh helplessly by my bed and say, "Harper Quinn, you work too hard." Leo had a cold, reticent personality. That was the first time I had ever heard him use such a helpless tone, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I was considered a legend in the industry. I started from the bottom as an assistant and worked my way up to becoming a top-tier manager at a young age. Although young, I handled people and situations flawlessly, never leaving any room for criticism. Hearing me laugh, he couldn't help but smile too. I opened my eyes, looked at him, and joked half-seriously, "If I don't work hard, how am I supposed to push you to the top?" He froze for a moment, then said quietly, "Harper, I'm very lucky to have met you." That was the first time he ever thanked me. After that, we had an unspoken understanding. Maybe it was the mood of the moment, but anyway, we got together. Leo and I were both adults with normal physiological needs. We spent our days and nights together; isn't there a saying, "Proximity favors romance"? After seven years, I finally plucked the moon I had admired in my youth. But now, looking at Chloe, whose face had instantly turned pale at my words, I thought distractedly: I finally caught the moon of my youth, but he also has his own moon. I wonder if it's time for me, the substitute, to step down. 03 When Leo returned, I was sitting on the sofa, slowly sipping tea. Chloe stood awkwardly and pitifully by the sofa across from me. She didn't sit down. Her face was pale, and her eyes were rimmed with red, as if I had bullied her. Leo, carrying bags in his hands, froze when he saw me. Chloe seemed to view him as her protector, immediately crying out with grievance, "Leo." Leo ignored her. To him, he was very cold. He only asked me, "Harper, why are you here?" I looked at him. Although he didn't pay attention to Chloe, only speaking to me, he was standing right next to her. Knowing him as well as I did, I recognized this as a subtle, protective stance. I smoothly set down my teacup, took out my phone, and pulled up the video the media had sent me to show him. He took it, glanced at it, and quickly explained, "This is a misunderstanding. She's my sister, Chloe Sterling." At his words, Chloe looked at him, her eyes growing even redder, clearly on the verge of tears. I smiled and asked him, "Biological sister?" He paused, explaining, "My neighbor's sister. I haven't seen her in a long time, she... her family had an emergency, so she came to me for help." Chloe Sterling. On my way here, I had already looked into her background completely. After Leo was expelled and left all those years ago, she remained unaffected, took her college entrance exams normally, got into an average university, and worked a mundane office job after graduating. I knew that in Leo's first year after his debut, she had tried to contact him. Back then, Leo was expelled because of her, and she didn't even see him off. I don't know what was going through Leo's mind, but he never replied to her messages. This time, she came looking for him because her father had gotten involved in a pyramid scheme. Not only was he scammed out of a large sum of money, but he also dragged his relatives and friends down with him, leaving them penniless. Her father fled, and Chloe couldn't stay in her hometown anymore, so she burned her bridges and came looking for Leo. Now it seems, she made the right bet. Leo hated her for abandoning him and being so callous back then, but ultimately, he couldn't harden his heart against her. Probably because the first love of your youth is always special. To me, and to Leo, it was the same. I nodded, dispensing with nonsense, and asked him, "What are you going to do? Just let her stay here with you?" Leo glanced at Chloe, furrowing his brow slightly, as if pondering. This scene truly annoyed me. I stood up, directly making the decision for him: "I've already intercepted one PR crisis for you. She cannot live here with you. It's too dangerous." "I'll have my assistant find an apartment for her soon and help her get settled." Pausing, I looked into his eyes and continued, "Leo, I hope you won't get involved in matters concerning her again." "I'm saying this not just as your manager, but also as your girlfriend." Only then did Chloe timidly speak up. She was quite good at playing weak. Although she wasn't particularly pretty, her delicate demeanor easily evoked pity. She said, "Sister, you misunderstood. I... there's nothing going on between me and Leo. When I arrived, I was starving, so Leo took me out for hotpot. I smelled like food, so I took a shower." "But I escaped from home, I didn't bring anything with me, so I had to wear Leo's clothes." She finished speaking and opened the bags Leo had just bought to show me. It seemed like an explanation as she said, "Look, Leo just went out to buy me clothes. Once I change, I'll leave with you. Don't worry, I absolutely won't cause any trouble for Leo." Saying that, she carried the clothes and walked familiarly toward Leo's bedroom, clearly intending to change there. I've seen it all in the entertainment industry. Her "pick-me" act was so obvious, but I couldn't be bothered to engage with such low-level tactics, so I just stood there waiting for her to come out. Leo stood in front of me, offering a brief explanation: "Harper, I didn't mean to hide this from you, I just didn't think it was necessary." "There is absolutely nothing between me and her, you shouldn't overthink it." I looked up at him. Even now, I was smiling. Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, I had learned to mask all my emotions. I smiled warmly, but my words were uncompromising. I said: "Leo, you could have had someone take her to a hotel, or transferred some money to her, instead of bringing her back to your private residence, letting her shower and wear your clothes, and then parading it in front of me." "This is the first time, so I'll forgive you." "I expect you to know your boundaries." As soon as I finished speaking, Chloe walked out of the bedroom. Seeing the tense atmosphere between us, she froze, and then I saw the corners of her mouth twitch upward involuntarily. But in an instant, she suppressed her expression, walked over submissively, and said quietly, "Sister, I'm packed. We can go." I turned to grab my car keys. As I reached the door, as if just remembering, I turned back to Leo and said, "By the way, I won't be coming here anymore. You know about my severe OCD. Please just throw away everything I left here." 04 After settling Chloe into a hotel, I flew to Milan on a business trip. Another artist under my management had a major runway show in Milan. I had to be there in person to ensure everything went smoothly. By the time I finished up in Milan and returned, it was already a week later. Leo came to the airport to pick me up. Only when I was back in the country did I allow myself to show my exhaustion. I rubbed my temples, and Leo glanced at me, asking, "Did everything go well?" Hearing this, I laughed and looked back at him, "Have I ever messed anything up?" He laughed too, turned the steering wheel, and said, "That's true, there's nothing you can't handle." He paused, then casually said, "By the way, you mentioned you wouldn't be going back to that apartment, so I moved to a complex in the Financial District. I bought new replacements for all your things exactly as they were." I gave a noncommittal "hmm," and his voice lowered as he said, "Harper, I'm sorry." I looked up at him, smiled, and said, "It's fine. I forgive first offenses, but I won't be so lenient next time." He smiled too, saying, "There won't be a next time. I'll truly cherish this chance you've given me." I didn't say anything. Leo and I are both smart people. I have an easygoing personality. I don't forcefully interfere too much with my boyfriend's boundaries with other women because I always believe that self-awareness is something you either have or you don't. It can't be demanded. Things like this, you only need to point them out once. I would only point it out once. Since his debut, Leo has had his fair share of co-stars and female celebrities secretly flirting with him. He always handled it well. Adult love is brought together by fate. If his heart is with you, you don't need to control him; if his heart isn't with you, what's the point of watching his every move? So I always let things be. Later, Leo gave me a brief update on his situation with Chloe, and I considered the matter closed. Until Leo and Chloe started trending. During that time, I had secured a role for Leo in a period drama. After he joined the cast, I was busy with other things, but perhaps I overworked myself, and I suddenly fell ill. The flu symptoms hit me hard and fast. I was dizzy and feverish, feeling like a mountain had collapsed on me. My colleagues sent me home and forced me to rest. I was indeed exhausted, so I turned off my phone, drew the curtains, and slept soundly for an entire day. When I woke up, it was past 8:00 PM. I turned off airplane mode and immediately felt something was wrong. Because there were many missed calls on my phone. Opening my messages, the latest one was from the company's PR team. She said, "Harper, are you awake? Something happened, check the trending topics." I opened Twitter, and the number one trending topic was a shocking, red "HOT". It was Leo and Chloe. 05 The video of them grocery shopping last time was intercepted by me, but this time, the media was clearly out for blood. They didn't even come to negotiate a price; they just released it directly. The background was the set where Leo was filming. Because it was a period drama, the background had an antique feel. The video was a bit shaky. As soon as I opened it, my heart sank because it clearly showed Leo and Chloe's faces. This time, there was no way to deny it. In the video, Chloe was skipping and gesturing animatedly beside Leo. Although Leo didn't show much movement or expression, you could tell he was keeping an eye on the path ahead of her. Until Chloe accidentally twisted her ankle. Leo crouched in front of her, bending down to squeeze her ankle. Chloe tried to walk a bit, then looked up at Leo. Even from a distance, you could see her pouting in grievance. I don't know what she said, but Leo paused, then swept her up into his arms. The video abruptly ended there, followed by some candid photos of them eating late-night snacks on set. Anyway, there were plenty of scenes of the two interacting. My head started buzzing again. Although I was dizzy, my thoughts were exceptionally clear. I called the PR team. Because of my illness, my voice was hoarse. I was concise: "Respond. The photos and videos are easy to explain. Just say Chloe is a newly hired assistant. Take the opportunity to hype up Leo's gentle, polite, and friendly attitude towards staff. Compile stories of his past interactions with staff, blast them out through influencer accounts, and get the bot army ready." The PR team quickly went to execute the plan. I put down my phone and saw numerous probing messages from media outlets on WhatsApp. Frowning, I gave them watertight, non-committal replies. Unknowingly, two hours passed. A PR crisis is easy to handle. As long as there are no explicit photos of them kissing, you can spin black into white. At the top of my chat list were messages from Leo, as well as his missed calls. I didn't reply. I was thinking. I tapped my finger on the screen, hovering over Leo's profile picture, pondering how I should handle my relationship with him. Just then, I received another call. It was from the property management of Leo's previous residence. Because Leo rarely stayed in LA, I handled the property management, utilities, and things like that for him. The person on the other end was very polite, asking me: "Ms. Quinn, your car is parked in someone else's spot, and the owner just came back from out of town. I'm calling to ask if it's convenient for you to come and move it." I was stunned for a moment. But within moments, I realized what was going on. I said, "I'm sorry, I'll be right there." Since Chloe came over that last time, I hadn't been back to Leo's apartment. I went to the complex and saw the car parked in someone else's spot. It was Leo's car, though he hadn't driven it in a long time. I didn't have the keys, but looking through the windshield, I could see cute stuffed animals and decorations. It was obvious whose taste it was. He had let Chloe drive this car. I laughed, turning to the property manager beside me: "I don't need this car anymore. Call a tow truck and have it hauled away." Then I went upstairs to the 32nd floor. Approaching that familiar yet strange door, I entered my birthday on the keypad. After two beeps, it displayed "Incorrect Password." I paused, then entered 0712. This was Chloe's birthday. As for why I knew her birthday, it's because during high school, every July 12th, Leo would go to a bakery near our homes to buy Chloe a strawberry cake. His focused gaze as he carefully selected the cake made him look incredibly handsome and devoted. At that time, I would sit behind the counter, doing practice problems while looking at his face, unable to help but think: Chloe Sterling, what a lucky girl. I don't know if that deep-seated envy sparked my inexplicable obsession with Leo. So, when I saw him again years later, I still wanted him. The smart lock beeped and opened. I pushed the door open, but only stood in the entryway and glanced inside. It was enough. Leo had let Chloe live here. She probably wasn't much for cleaning, so traces of her life were scattered everywhere. When Leo bought this place, because he was busy filming, I had overseen the renovations for him, little by little. I looked around and saw Leo's jacket draped carelessly on the sofa, mixed with Chloe's clothes. It gave off an ambiguous, cozy domestic vibe. I have a cool, easygoing personality and rarely get angry because, in my view, all problems can be solved. If there's a solution, then useless emotions are unnecessary. But this was the first time I felt nauseous and disgusted. I can control my emotions, but I can't control the most visceral physiological reactions. I wanted to throw up. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and waited for the discomfort to pass before I expressionlessly closed the door. Then, I booked a flight to the city where Leo was filming. 06 By the time I landed, it was already afternoon. Leo was filming. The people on set were very familiar with me and greeted me politely. I smiled and nodded, until the assistant director came over. We were old acquaintances. In the entertainment industry, resources and connections are everything. We exchanged pleasantries, and then he discreetly asked: "Harper, tell me the truth. Who is that girl trending with Leo? She's been hanging around the set every day lately. I can tell Leo's attitude towards her isn't ordinary." I smiled, deflecting vaguely, "She's just a personal assistant." The assistant director smiled at me, saying, "I thought so. I don't mean to say the girl is bad, she's just a bit shallow. I'd like to think Leo wouldn't have such poor taste." I smiled and followed his lead to Leo's RV. I paused as I opened the door. An open bag of chips, half a glass of juice, and Chloe's pink jacket draped over the back of a chair. I didn't go in. I walked around to the other side. Leo's own assistant was crouching on the ground, head down, playing a game. I called him in my usual warm tone, "Tommy." He jerked his head up, saw me, and jumped. He immediately turned off his phone screen, stood up, and called out, "Harper." I smiled and told him, "Go tell Leo to come find me after he finishes this scene. I have something to discuss with him." He said "okay" and ran off with his phone, moving so fast it looked like he was rushing to warn him. Someone brought over a lounge chair. I was indeed a bit tired, so I lay down and dozed off for a bit. Unknowingly, I fell asleep. When I woke up, Leo was sitting next to me, and I was covered with one of his jackets. I frowned slightly, removed the jacket, pulled out a wet wipe from the side, and wiped my hands. As soon as I moved, Leo turned around. He didn't say anything, but his eyes followed the wet wipe from his jacket, which I had tossed aside, to my hands. He paused, and I saw his face slightly change color. I didn't speak until I had meticulously wiped my hands before looking at him. My gaze moved past his face to look behind him as I asked, "Where is Chloe?" He didn't explain or defend himself, he just said, "Harper, I had no choice." It was an out-of-the-blue statement, but I understood. He had no choice. Chloe was his first love, frozen in his youthful memories. She was the person he sacrificed his future to protect in high school... He couldn't let her go, couldn't ignore her, couldn't harden his heart against her... Tsk, this deep devotion is truly moving. I started laughing, showing no emotion as I pulled a contract out of my bag and handed it to Leo. He took it, looked at it, and looked somewhat surprised. It was an employment contract for Chloe. I said, "The PR statement has already gone out. Since we said Chloe is your new 'personal assistant,' we can't let people find out she's not. Have her come over and sign the contract. Besides, you're short a personal assistant anyway. Since you and Chloe are so close and know each other well, it works out perfectly." "I'll deduct her salary from your card. You decide how much to pay her." Leo was stunned, probably not expecting me to be so accommodating. Seeing his expression, I laughed, polite but with just the right amount of joking to not seem overly distant. I said, "Why are you looking at me like that? What did you think I came here to do? Play the wicked witch breaking up the happy couple, or mark my territory?" He frowned, looking at me searchingly, trying to discern my true emotions from my expression and tone. If my emotions could be read that easily, I wouldn't be where I am today. Besides, what's the big deal? Isn't it just my man reconnecting with his first love behind my back? There are plenty of men out there. I'll dump him and find another one. Leo could still help me make money, so I could discard him emotionally, but his surplus value was still useful to me. No one holds a grudge against money. I told him, "Leo, we are a partnership, we're in the same boat. Helping you solve problems is helping myself solve problems." "The reason I personally came to bring this contract to you is just to inform you. You know I have severe OCD, right?" Leo's face suddenly went pale. He understood. Everything in his room that Chloe had touched, I had thrown away, not to mention him. I threw those things away, and now I was throwing him away too. From now on, we would have a purely professional manager-artist relationship. I would help him handle these issues simply out of my professional duty. And a breakup, at the very least, should be done face-to-face. A rare look of bewilderment appeared on his face. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to relying on me. All he had to do was act; I handled all his other affairs. He wouldn't have that anymore. For a split second, his expression went blank. Subconsciously, he took a step toward me and reached out, a gesture of holding onto me and begging me to stay. He said, "Harper—" Before I could even step back, an angry voice came from behind, "Harper Quinn, what are you doing—" I couldn't help but laugh. Chloe rushed over like a mother hen protecting her chicks, opening her arms to stand in front of Leo, her face full of self-righteous indignation. Well, this is very soap opera. She stuck her neck out, glaring at me, and said, "Harper Quinn, I ran over here on my own. It has nothing to do with Leo. If you have a problem, take it out on me." I couldn't be bothered with her. I shifted my gaze from her face to Leo's, saying lightly, "Have her sign the contract and send it back to the company. I'll have Alexia and your assistant handle things from now on." I gave him a polite nod, maintaining a final shred of dignity, and said, "I'm leaving." 07 I handed Leo's affairs over to Alexia. I had personally trained her. For the past year, I had rarely managed artists directly. I had transitioned from management to the corporate side. Except for a few close confidants, not many people knew I now held a 35% stake in the current talent agency. In other words, aside from the big boss, I was practically the second-in-command behind the scenes. As for me, I know when to pick things up and when to let them go. When I said I was letting Leo go, I let him go—mainly because I was too busy. I had so much to do. Romance probably didn't even account for 5% of my life. His betrayal was to me like catching a cold; I'd sleep it off and be fine. After returning from Leo's set, I went abroad for meetings with the boss and shareholders to report on the financials. Our company's net profit was miles ahead of other domestic talent agencies, so after the meetings, we took a short vacation abroad. I had already delegated all my artist-related duties. From that meeting onwards, I would be dealing solely with corporate strategy. During that time, I received messages from Leo. He had probably finished filming and gone back. He sent me a photo of his home looking utterly destroyed. He asked me, "Harper, did you hire someone to smash this place up?" Oh, right. That home Leo had, the one I had poured my heart into decorating piece by piece, I had someone tear it all down. If Chloe wanted to live there, he could redecorate it himself. But that had nothing to do with me anymore. I opened the photo of the wreckage, looked at it, then let out a scoff and didn't reply. Later, he sent me a few more messages, obviously just making small talk. They weren't important, so I ignored them all. By the time I leisurely returned to the country, a month had passed. I'm someone who clearly separates my personal life from my professional life. The day after landing, I called all the managers for a meeting. We had worked together for a long time, and everyone knew my rhythm, so it went smoothly. However, after the meeting ended, Alexia lingered in her seat, looking hesitant to speak. I raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "Something wrong?" She hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's about Leo." I closed the file folder and adopted a listening posture. Alexia paused, then said, "Harper, I've dealt with the media a few times over this past month. You know about Leo and his 'personal assistant,' right? I don't know if it's coincidence or intentional, but the media keeps getting paparazzi shots of them." "Nothing scandalous, but it's already crossed the line of normal friendship." Alexia started off calm, but as she spoke, her tone turned complaining, and she sighed, "Given Leo's status, I can't be too harsh on him. But lately, the admins of his fan clubs have been getting restless and dissatisfied. They've been coming to me asking what's going on. And you know Leo and Chloe are childhood friends; the media can definitely dig that up even if we try to suppress it. We can still manage to keep a lid on it for now." She looked miserable, "But Harper, we really can't suppress it for much longer. Something's going to happen sooner or later, and it won't be a small issue." I looked out the window, my tone neutral, "Didn't we recently sign a batch of new artists? Bundle them with Leo and have him mentor them." "We need to push the new artists up as quickly as possible. Leo has been the top guy for too long; he's forgotten how he climbed up there." Leo's schedule was packed. The company had signed several new artists, and I had Leo bring them on screen. He took them on variety shows, live streams, and of course, when acting in TV dramas, he'd bring a few along. The new artists quickly gained public favor, though I occasionally got dragged on Twitter by his fans for "leeching off Leo's success." Looking at the engagement numbers, I decisively had the bot army pose as newbies in the discussion threads, humbly promoting the new artists. The next time I received a message from Leo, it was a photo of him getting an IV drip, with no text. I didn't know if this was a show of weakness to get me to visit him, or a protest against the packed schedule the company had given him. I thought about it, then sent him a red envelope with a get-well message. Later, I saw a photo on a friend's social media feed. People from the company had gone to visit Leo. The focus of the photo was naturally Leo, with everyone standing or sitting in chairs next to him. But only Chloe sat by his hospital bed, one hand resting on his shoulder, her face pressed close to him, looking very intimate. Like she was the lady of the house. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
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