Actor in Hollywood

Looking at Hedi and then at Anson, Edgar's first thought was that he needed to remind Anson to expand Eve Wilson's business.

Currently, Anson's cooperation with Eve is only limited to the promotion of "The Princess Diaries." Since Anson is still a newcomer with limited exposure and work, there is no need to engage in year-round collaboration with a PR firm. Signing one project at a time is the most reasonable way.

Naturally, Eve didn't pay attention to the fashion news.

But now, judging from the situation, Anson's prospects in the fashion industry look promising. Perhaps Anson should consider a more comprehensive partnership with Eve.

Of course, Edgar's role is to make suggestions; the decision is up to Anson.

On his end, Edgar's thoughts were swirling, but he had already relaxed and stepped back, leaving the stage for the two main characters to talk.

On the other side, Anson looked at Hedi, a subtle smile spreading across his face.

"It seems I do owe you an apology for disrupting your plans. I should apologize for my ambitions on the red carpet."

That serious nonsense-speaking demeanor made Hedi slightly flustered.

He was just making a little joke, but now that Anson was apologizing so earnestly, the joke wasn't funny anymore. Hedi looked a bit awkward, lowering his gaze to the ground, not looking as in control as before.

"No."

"No, there's no need. Honestly, I should be thanking you instead. At least now Dior has seen the potential in the men's fashion market."

"And I've also drawn inspiration from you."

"I, uh, I want to try more, which is why I reached out to you, hoping to sponsor your outfit for the premiere."

"So, there's no need to apologize. In fact, everything has gone smoothly; maybe, maybe I should be the one thanking you."

Stuttering and pausing, speaking such a long sentence was really challenging for Hedi, but regardless, Hedi managed to finish.

Several times, Anson wanted to interrupt Hedi, but on second thought, he should let Hedi finish. It was a sign of respect and equal communication.

Once Hedi was done, Anson met his cautiously raised eyes with a smile, "From the way we met just now, I thought over the past year your communication skills had improved significantly. I didn't expect that in such a short time, you'd regress to where you started."

Teasing, but not mocking—it felt more like a relaxed vibe between friends.

Hedi rolled his eyes, "I haven't."

But after a brief pause, "Okay, maybe a little."

"This past year, I've been slowly learning to communicate more with others. The job of a creative director is different from what I imagined. There's more interaction involved. Of course, designing is still the core, but I'm adapting."

Anson didn't say much, just gave a thumbs-up.

Hedi glanced at it and shook his head helplessly, "I'm not Frankenstein."

Anson looked serious, "Indeed, I don't think so either. I think you're more like Wednesday."

Hedi was stunned for a moment and then, without warning, burst into laughter, "Haha, hahaha."

Whether it was an apology or thanks, the atmosphere had unintentionally relaxed, with no awkwardness or tension—just a growing sense of ease.

The sight of Hedi laughing like this was rare, as could be seen from the ghostly expressions on the faces of the surrounding Dior staff.

But Hedi didn't care; he just laughed heartily, eventually coughing from the laughter. His pale cheeks finally showed a bit of color.

After a significant pause, noticing Anson looking around for water, the assistant nearby realized and quickly unscrewed a bottle cap while walking over.

Hedi waved it off, coughed twice more, then looked at Anson again, "Let's get to the main point. Honestly, I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

"The first time, I just helped with styling."

"The second time, you chose the clothes yourselves."

"But this time is different. From the moment I sketched the designs, your image was in my mind, and I designed completely based on you for inspiration."

"Your agent sent an email saying it's for a high school kid in a rock band, but with a bit of a nerdy vibe, is that right?"

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Though it was another long speech, this time Eddie was in his own professional realm. His entire expression, tone, demeanor, and movements were completely different.

Anyone with eyes could see that he was very excited, even somewhat elated.

"I was thinking, alright, eighteen years old, a rock band, a nerd, maybe with a bit of a philosophical vibe, unlike those football players in high school."

"At the same time, it fits your image and temperament—some coolness, some sharpness, a bit of danger; but the key is, without all the flashy stuff. The simpler the design, the more it tests the model, and the more it showcases the model's own aura. I don't want the clothes to steal your thunder."

As he spoke, Eddie had already stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Anson.

"Of course, lines and proportions are still the focus of my design."

The speech finally came to a temporary halt.

Anson, however, was a bit dizzy. "You mean, you designed these clothes with me as the inspiration?"

Eddie's expression was still wooden, but his eyes were especially bright. "Yes. Originally, this was supposed to be showcased at the fashion week in October as the spring-summer collection for next year. But I thought, since it's being revealed for the first time, and will definitely cause a stir, why not let people see the most real, pure, and perfect version of the design?"

Anson put his hands on his shoulders and mimed lifting weights twice, indicating that the pressure was overwhelming.

Eddie, however, was dead serious. "Don't worry. You should trust my expertise."

Anson obediently shut his mouth.

Eddie was about to unveil the clothes but suddenly remembered something. "Oh, by the way, this is just a sample. I need your detailed body measurements, and then I'll make a custom outfit tailored to your size."

"Like a suit?" Anson asked.

Eddie, "Yes, just like a tailored suit. So, in the meantime, you'll need to watch your diet, at least until the premiere is over."

Anson wasn't surprised. In the world of fame, women need to watch their diet, and men are no exception—

Especially the eye candy.

Anson spread his hands. "Welcome to Hollywood."

The corners of Eddie's mouth lifted slightly in a smile. "Trust me, in the future, everyone will be eager to be like you, working hard just to wear these clothes."

This time, without any further hesitation, Eddie turned and pulled back the curtain, letting Anson step inside to change into the outfit.

Then, based on Anson's physique, he used pins to gather the excess fabric, making it as perfectly fitted as possible, finally completing the whole look.

Finished with his pondering, Edgar was a bit bored. He had no interest in this kind of occasion. If Anson weren't still unqualified to hire an assistant, Edgar wouldn't have come at all. In the future, an assistant could handle these tasks. For now, he still needed to fulfill his duties as a manager.

"It's ready."

With that reminder, the curtain was drawn back. Edgar put on his business smile, ready to praise whatever he saw and wrap things up quickly.

"Great..." However, before the words could leave his mouth and before he could applaud, Edgar froze in place when he saw the figure before him.

This… This?

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