Chapter 1555


    Some of the seasoned board members just couldn''t stand it anymore.


    "My daughter is head over heels for that David. She ditched her piano lesson this afternoon just to


    fangirl over him!"


    "My son adores him too, says he''s cool and responsible, wants to shine bright like him when he grows


    up."


    "My mom’s in her seventies, and she had me scrambling for concert tickets, saying that David is such a


    sweet-looking boy, and calls herself a ''granny fan''."


    Arabe hadn''t realized David''s fan base was so wide-ranging.


    "Alright, we can knock off early today."


    Seeing their minds weren''t on work at all, Arabe simply said, "Meeting adjourned."


    No sooner had she dismissed the meeting than some of them huddled together, buzzing about the


    concert.


    Later that afternoon.


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    Arabe hopped into Romeo''s car, nning to grab an early dinner before heading backstage to meet


    David. But as soon as they approached the crossroads near the stadium, they hit a traffic jam.


    The stadium steps were packed with fans who had arrived early.


    Three hours before the concert, and the roads were clogged, with an army of traffic cops trying to


    maintain order.


    Every billboard around the stadium had been rented out by fans, stered with David''s pictures.


    Some had even wrapped entire buses with his photos.


    Arabe hadn''t anticipated David''s poprity, nor that every nearby restaurant would be filled to the


    brim with his fans.


    "We''ll find somewhere to park," said Romeo, equally surprised by David''s drawing power.


    Traffic officers were ahead, directing the flow.


    Just waiting for the lights to turn, Arabe sat in the car for a harrowing thirty minutes. It was insane.


    Fans were even handing out shopping bags with David''s charitable acts printed on them to passersby.


    Finally, when traffic inched forward, Romeo steered into a nearby parking lot, which was full. They


    ended up parking at the closest subsidiary of McMillian Corporation.


    "Didn''t think we''d end up back at thepany for a staff lunch," Romeo quipped as he opened the car


    door for Arabe.


    Arabe chuckled, "But it''s close to the stadium. After we eat, let''s just walk over. No way we''re


    driving."


    Otherwise, they would be gridlocked forever.


    This subsidiary wasn''t a frequent stop for Romeo. As he and Arabe stepped out of the elevator on


    the ground floor, the manager Mr. Quennel spotted them.


    "Mr. McMillian, are you here for an inspection? And this is." Mr. Quennel hurried over to shake hands


    with Romeo and nodded towards Arabe.


    "My fiancée, Arabe. We''re here to try the staff meal."


    Mr. Quennel was taken aback. The staff meal?


    Oh no, he hadn''t received any notice that Mr. McMillian wasing to check on the cafeteria


    standards.


    "Running low on food?" Romeo sensed his difort.


    "No, no, it''s not that. I''m just worried you and Ms. Arabe might not be used to our simple fare. It''s all


    homestyle dishes," Mr. Quennel hastily exined. "Please, follow me!"