At nine o'clock, Agnes and Ivan hit the road and headed to the airport.
On the way there, Agnes kept her trap shut, not trying to start a conversation. Ivan, on the other hand, was fishing for stuff to talk about, trying to break the ice.
Finally, Ivan kicked things off, "Agnes, Jared can be a bit of a handful, huh?"
Agnes was taken aback, but not because of the question Ivan brought up. She was surprised because Ivan's "Agnes" came out so naturally, so affectionately, she wasn't used to it.
Ivan glanced at Agnes, like he'd read her mind. He laughed, "You better get used to me calling you that, I'm your manager now."
Agnes, who felt like Ivan had seen through her, blushed slightly and just replied with a simple "okay". Then she said, "He's actually great. Talented, gentle, and can cook. He's a bit of a clean freak, but overall, he's alright."
Agnes was telling the truth, she thought Jared was Mr. Perfect. Sometimes, his perfection made him seem out of her league.
Ivan just laughed, "That's because you don't know him well enough. He might seem perfect on the surface, but deep down, he's stingy, strict, arrogant, and possessive."
Agnes frowned, her voice sharp, "You’re my husband’s friend. It's not cool to say bad things behind his back.."
Agnes felt a little peeved.
The fact that Jared would go for a drink with Ivan in the middle of the night showed they were as thick as thieves.
Ivan turned to look at Agnes, a smirk playing on his lips, "Husband..."
Agnes suddenly realized what she'd said. The word "husband" had slipped out before she even knew it.
Ivan said, "Looks like you two made up. Last time Jared took you away, he looked pissed. I was worried there could have been some misunderstanding between you two. But seeing you defend him like this, I'm relieved."
First, a ton of security guards formed two lines in the crowd, creating a path. And then, surrounded by a bunch of assistants, the one and only Justin walked out, worshipped by everyone.
Yes, that guy. The hottest A-list male star of the moment. The newly crowned king of film, the heartthrob of the entertainment industry — Justin!
Agnes' impression of Justin still stuck to that grand event a year ago.
Every time she thought of that incident, she couldn't help but frown. Although Justin was the undisputed popularity king, Agnes was not a big fan of him.
Justin was wearing a white-grey linen shirt. Even though the color seemed a bit old-fashioned, he looked damn good in it.
To say Justin's face could "launch a thousand ships" was far from an exaggeration. Even the most handsome guys in the entertainment industry would feel inferior standing next to him.
Justin's fandom wasn't just girls, a ton of guys were also head over heels for his good looks. The most famous example was the billionaire's son, Kevin. He spent a fortune confessing his love to Justin on a giant screen in Times Square, which even made international news.
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