Chapter 210 - 209: Do Not Touch
Seeing the situation, Rex didn’t panic. Not even a flicker of awkwardness crossed his face. His mentality had evolved far beyond the point of being flustered by flashing lights and sudden attention. After all, he’d spent what amounted to decades inside the system space, training with legends, absorbing wisdom, and honing a mindset sharp enough to cut through embarrassment like a knife through silk. Paparazzi? Public attention? Please—this was beginner level.
Instead, he did what any polished, battle-hardened protagonist would do—he smiled. Not just any smile, though. A dazzling, Hollywood-grade, soul-piercing kind of smile that looked like it had been carefully Photoshopped onto his face by fate itself. It was so radiant, it practically had its own theme music.
Gasps followed like a chorus. Jaws dropped in perfect harmony. And as expected, the flashes intensified as the paparazzi entered full-on attack mode. Somewhere, someone even dropped their phone.
Fortunately, his suffering didn’t last long. The hotel security—clearly used to handling the chaos of celebrity events—rushed in and began dispersing the camera-wielding mob with efficient professionalism. Within moments, the space around Rex cleared.
The rest of the guests didn’t waste time gawking. This was Beverly Hills, after all, and the party clock was ticking. Celebrities, producers, and influencers had red carpets to grace and champagne to toast with. They had reputations to flaunt and stories to exaggerate.
Still, a few women lingered.
Their eyes clung to Rex like they were tethered. One brunette in a golden dress gave him a once-over so thorough it should’ve been considered a full-body scan. Another sighed with enough drama to win a daytime Emmy. He just flashed a smile for them, as they reluctantly went in.
Rex, now fully in main-character mode, casually straightened his jacket, brushing off imaginary dust and smoothing out the wrinkles left by Lena’s earlier hug. He adjusted his cuffs like he was preparing for a red carpet appearance.
He turned to Lena with a small, reassuring smile. "Let’s go. It’s about time. Arriving early is polite."