The distinct click-clack 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 seconds later, 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 black trousers. The top two buttons of his collar were undone, revealing a sexy Adam’s apple and alluring collarbones. Not wanting to outshine the other guests, his hair was styled simply, and he even wore glasses, 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.”]
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