The distinct click-ck of footsteps echoed as everyone craned their necks, peering curiously toward the entrance. A tall shadow was cast on the floor, gradually


    lengthening under the bright lights. A few secondster, Jimmie''s devastatingly handsome face came into view.


    "Hello, everyone. I''m Jimmie."


    The sight of Jimmie left all the guests stunned, their expressions a colorful mix of shock and disbelief.


    "So it really is Jimmie," Yates murmured, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk. He wasn''t interested in Jimmie himself, but rather his sister.


    "Jimmie is actually on a reality show? The sun must have risen in the west," another guest joked.


    The other celebrities maintained calm expressions, devoid of jealousy and filled more with admiration. Reaching Jimmie''s status was the goal every artist strived for. Besides, Jimmie never tore down other celebrities and was known for being warm and approachable, which earned him an excellent reputation and many friends in the industry.


    "Hello, Jimmie."


    "Good to see you."


    The guests stood up one by one to greet him.


    "Hello, everyone." Jimmie was dressed in a white silk shirt and ck trousers. The top two buttons of his cor were undone, revealing a sexy Adam''s apple and alluring corbones. Not wanting to outshine the other guests, his hair was styled simply, and he even wore sses, which added a dangerously sophisticated look. He had hoped to tone down his striking features, but it only made his fans go wild.


    ["Ahhh, he looks like a refined mob boss! So handsome I can''t breathe!"]


    [“Jimmie is so hot, ahhhh!"]


    ["If you love Jimmie, we are officially family."]


    [“Honey, stop fanning yourself and fan me instead!"]


    ["Jimmie''s glowing. He looks like he''s... been having a good time."]


    ["Whoa, what a wildment! Now my mind''s in the gutter."]


    [“What can I say? I have a dirty mind."]


    Reading thements, Miranda chuckled, a little embarrassed. Young people these days were certainly creative.


    "Where''s our sweet Juniper?" Miranda asked her assistant, ncing at the time. “Juniper.....” The assistant, who was reviewing the schedule, snapped her head up in shock. Wait. What did Miranda just say? Sweet Juniper? *Sweet*?


    Oh my god. Miranda was known for her strictness. No matter how big the star, everyone had to toe the line in front of her. The assistant had never seen her be so gentle with anyone.


    "Well?" When no answer came, Miranda nced at her assistant, her voice sharp with annoyance. "This is a live broadcast. What are you daydreaming about?"


    "I..." The assistant snapped back to reality and scrambled for an excuse, stammering, "I was just... captivated by how beautiful sweet Juniper is I''m so sorry, Miranda." Miranda was strict, but she never reprimanded people without reason. If you got yelled at, it was because you weren''t focused on your work. Like her, just now.


    Huh? Miranda''s irritation softened at the assistants exnation. A few secondster, a subtle smile yed on her lips, and she almostughed out loud See? Any normal person would adore her daughter-inw. A proud smile spread across her face.


    "It''s fine." Miranda took a deep breath and waved her hand dismissively, her tone


    gentle. "This next part is important. Stay focused."


    "Yes, of course." The assistant was overwhelmed by the unexpected kindness and nodded quickly. Did she just see that right? Not only did Miranda not fire her, but she actually smited? That was something she wouldn''t even dare to dream of.