115: Obmar King

Obmar King

"Hello, Paul." Quinn greeted Pauline and waited by the side.0

Cynthia and Jaxon arrived late.

"Are they a couple?" Quinn whispered into his assistant's ear.

Both of them were good-looking, and they often went in and out together. It was hard not to think of them in that way.

"We had our suspicions before, but the two of them didn't do anything intimate, so we thought that it could be because they must have been helping each other since they were trainees. Moreover, they get popular around the same time, so their relationship has always been very good."

Quinn nodded.

"Alright, since everyone's here, let's take a photo together." Pauline clapped her hands and gathered everyone together.

Pauline was also very young, only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She had a strong charisma and she had a lot of prestige among them.

As soon as she shouted, everyone obediently came over.

Pauline called a famous photographer over. As Pauline was Golden Star's most powerful manager, Isaac had given her a lot of special privileges. For example, only she could bring a photographer in to take photos.

The photographer designed all kinds of pose for them. After 30 minutes of shooting, it was finally time for the last group.

Pauline was still standing in the middle of the last group. Quinn was placed on Pauline's right. On Pauline's left was a 19-year-old guy named Obmar King. He was handsome but unmanly. He shot a web drama in the middle of last year and became famous.

However, he didn't have any good productions after that, so his popularity went from bad to worse.

Obmar had put on a lot of makeup, but it still couldn't hide his dark circles under his eyes. His face also had a lot of acne, and he looked like he was in a very bad condition.

He looked really anxious.

The photographer was helping them adjust their positions one by one.

Quinn stood next to Pauline, waiting for the countdown of three, two, one.

Pauline and Obmar were whispering to each other.

He doesn't want to eavesdrop! But can't these people who like whispering keep their voices down?

"Pauline, when can you arrange it for me again?"

Quinn was silent.

What is that?

Pauline asked, "Do you want it?"

"Well, I haven't been on the air lately, and I'm afraid if I don't show up, the audience will forget about me."

"But you rejected me back then."

"I wasn't sensible back then. As long as I can make myself popular now, I'm willing to do anything."

Pauline glanced at Obmar.

Her red gown made her skin look even whiter, like fresh blood dripping from a vast expanse of white snow.

"Alright, I'll send you the time and place later."

"Alright! Thank you, Pauline! I'll definitely cherish this opportunity."

After eavesdropping to this point, Quinn reacted to the countdown and he subconsciously put on his best posture.

The entire banquet would only end after dinner.

Quinn had been thinking about the matter that they were talking about the entire afternoon.

The hotel had a very famous garden. Quinn and his assistant walked in the lush green.

It had rained the day before, and a lot of bamboo shoots sprouted from the ground.

A waiter pushed a cart with a tray on it as they walked past.

"My goodness, why is the preparation of the dishes so slow today? We won't even make it in time to deliver them."

The other waiter, who was slightly older, comforted him, "It's okay. I know a shortcut. It's faster to take that way."

"That's good."

The two of them quickened their steps. The wheels of the dining car scraped against the stone floor, making a loud noise.

Quinn suddenly thought of something and patted his forehead.

"Don't touch your face, Quinn. Your makeup will be messed up later!"

"Shortcut! Shortcut!"

The assistant took out an air cushion from his bag. Thinking of the technique that the makeup artist had taught him, he patted Quinn's forehead with a powder puff.

"Quinn, what are you talking about? What shortcut?!"

This was the shortcut that Pauline had repeatedly mentioned to him this morning. Could it be this?

It was weird! Was it something shameful?

"Can you introduce Obmar King to me tonight?"

"Obmar King? You want to get to know him? He's not very popular now. He hasn't taken on a show for more than half a year. Why would you want to get to know him?"

"Do you know what shortcuts Pauline's artistes take to become famous?"

"Quinn, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever? Why are you suddenly saying all this?"

Forget it. It seemed like this assistant didn't know anything useful either. He was very simple.

"Just introduce him anyway."

Reality proved that although the little assistant was simple, he was still very reliable in doing things.

During the dinner party, Quinn was arranged to sit next to Obmar.

"But -- why is she here?"

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