Chapter 2100
Finally, her boyfriend, red with embarrassment, came over and dragged her away.
Ivy was still in awe. Could someone actually become her fan?
Were they enchanted by the character she played on screen or by Ivy herself, the actress?
The couple continued their animated discussion about Ivy long after they had left:
“She smells amazing, and it’s like it’s her natural scent. Oh man, I love Ivy!”
Her boyfriend had grown accustomed to his girlfriend’s celebrity obsession and even engaged seriously in the conversation about their first impression of her.
“She’s definitely gorgeous.”
“Right? I told you!”
Ivy, just by standing there, exuded a natural ease, soft and unassuming, like an elegant lotus standing tall or a pearl that should be cherished in the palm of one’s hand.
Compliments always have a way of lifting one’s spirits!
Leaving the bookstore with a spring in her step, Ivy felt at ease, even as she walked through the alley she normally dreaded.
But nobody could have predicted the mishap that was about to happen.
Before she could react, a pair of hands from behind clamped over her mouth and nose with a cloth that reeked of chemicals. Within three seconds, her consciousness slipped away.
The shadowy figure swiftly dragged Ivy to a waiting van parked curbside and sped off into the night.
On the ground lay the book Ivy had just bought.
“Boss, how much are we getting for catching this chick? After all, she’s a celeb. I saw her in the news just a while back.” One of the thugs casually lifted Ivy’s arm, remarking with ill intent, “Wow, what’s with her skin? It’s like baby skin!”
The man they called Boss slapped his hand away.
“Hands off! She’s not for you to touch!”
“Heh, I’m just curious, man. What makes this big star so different from us ordinary folk?
Damn!
Her skin’s really different. Look at how pale and delicate her hands and feet are. It’s like she’s never had to walk a day in her life!”
The other thugs, too curious to keep away, crowded around for a look.
“Do these actress types ever do any real work? She’s got that glow!”
Having dropped out of high school to run wild on the streets, these punks were now following their Boss-known in the underground as Raven-doing dirty work like this for their livelihood.
Sometimes, the targets were challenging, raising the stakes and the danger, but the payoff was much sweeter.
“These people just show their faces on camera and don’t lift a finger otherwise. They earn in a day what we couldn’t make in eight lifetimes. It’s just not fair, pfft.”
Raven fiddled with his phone, shooting a message to Clara, [The girl’s in the van. What’s your next move?]
Upon reading the message, Clara could not help but let out a wide grin.
This was it; she felt a wave of relief wash over her.
Of all people, Ivy deserved to be stomped down into the gutter.
A star in the limelight? Please.
“She’s all yours now. Do as you please. Consider it a gift for your boys. Let them have their fun!”
Raven did not respond.
Clara was ruthless, alright. What kind of beef did she have with Ivy to want to ruin her like this?
But for Raven and his crew, it was all business. Morals did not stand a chance against cold, hard cash.
