**Chapter 134: Compensating Kate**

"Luca, you got my clothes wet. How are you going to fix this?"

"Sorry, Lindsay. Next time we're on set, I'll buy you dinner."

"Fine, I'll forgive you for now!"

That evening, at LaGuardia Airport in New York, Lindsay Lohan waved and got into her car, driving off.

Luca wiped the corner of his mouth, feeling a bit embarrassed. He had fallen asleep on the plane and drooled a little on Lindsay's shoulder.

"Luca, another fling?" 

Ms. Lima showed up right on time again, leaning against the car door with a mischievous smile.

"Yes, meeting you is the best 'fling' of my life."

Luca smiled slightly and hugged her.

"Such a smooth talker!" Lima grinned.

"Wow, what a hottie!"

"She looks like supermodel Lima."

"Yeah, she's got an amazing body!"

As they were talking, Luca overheard some admiring comments from nearby.

That's when Luca noticed how provocatively Lima was dressed and his face darkened a bit.

Her outfit was way too revealing today.

Her brown curls contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin, a platinum necklace hung over her chest, and a white silk camisole paired with high-waisted denim shorts exposed her curves in all the right places.

Luca wasn't too pleased. "Do you always dress like this?"

"Don't you like it?" Lima posed seductively, hands on her hips. A couple of guys nearby even walked into a streetlamp, and someone rear-ended a car.

"It looks great, but the sun's pretty strong. Be careful not to get a tan."

"Haha, like I care! You're such a worrywart."

Lima wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a fiery kiss.

Click, click! 

Turns out there were reporters snapping pictures.

A blue Maserati, a tall handsome man, a hot and sexy woman, curious onlookers, and the grand airport building made for a high-quality shot.

After shamelessly flaunting their affection, the two finally got into the car.

"You still haven't answered my question from earlier."

As they left the airport, Lima flipped her hair and asked.

"What question?"

"The girl who said goodbye to you—who is she, and what's your relationship?"

Suddenly, Lima pulled out a baseball bat from the space between the seats.

Luca's eye twitched. "Come on, don't start. That girl's Lindsay Lohan, just a small-time actress. She was also auditioning for a part in *Mean Girls*. We met on the plane and just said hello."

"Is that all?"

"What else? Do you think everyone likes me as much as you do?"

"Haha, okay."

Lima relaxed her grip on the bat. "How did the audition go?"

"There were a few bumps, but it went pretty well."

Luca hadn't had time to tell Kate or Lima about it, so he texted them while explaining what had happened.

"Wow, Tom Cruise actually helped you? He's a huge star!"

Lima looked at him in disbelief, her brown eyes twinkling with a dirty hint, much like Ed's.

"Seriously? I'm your boyfriend, and you don't believe me?"

Luca complained.

"No, no, I believe you," Lima said, scratching her cheek. "I'm just surprised. Tom Cruise is known for being difficult to work with. Why would he help you?"

Luca shrugged. "You've seen *Taken*, right? I rewrote the script into a screenplay and sent it to Tom Cruise. He liked it, so he decided to help."

"Wait, *Taken*? You based that on what happened to us? And now Tom Cruise is interested?"

Lima was shocked.

"Yep. I wrote two scripts based on what happened to you all. Tom Cruise liked the one with the male lead."

"Wow, you're amazing!" 

Lima kissed his cheek in excitement.

"You're just realizing this now?" Luca boasted.

"Haha, I've known all along," Lima laughed, slamming the pedal to the floor.

With the roar of the engine, they quickly returned to their apartment in lower Manhattan.

The door slammed shut, and the two resumed their shameless lifestyle.

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*Ding dong, ding dong...*

In Stockholm, Sweden, on Queen Street, inside a cozy bookstore café.

Located next to an art gallery, the café was bustling in the morning. The sound of piano music flowed like a stream, and dozens of well-dressed men and women filled the booths. 

People were drinking coffee and discussing current events—it was lively but not noisy.

In the middle of the café, a beautiful figure was constantly drawing the attention of those around her. She wore a cream-colored suit, black knee-high boots, and a red hat. Her outfit was fashionable, and her elegant demeanor made her stand out, like a tulip blossoming quietly in the spring breeze.

This was Kate Kelly, who had been hosting book signings across Europe, with over twenty events in the past month alone, spanning more than ten major cities.

Now, with the book tour nearing its end, Kate finally had some time to relax.

Today, she was chatting with her literary agent, Hanley, her assistant, Gina, and Delilah Cobell, who was in town for a conference, as they enjoyed an art exhibition and coffee.

"Kate, you lost two endorsements over the last incident. As compensation, we've managed to secure you a new one."

Ms. Delilah Cobell, wearing a black suit and glasses with perfect makeup, smiled as she handed over some documents.

"An endorsement?" Kate raised a sharp brow, surprised.

The previous incident had caused quite a stir. The media had used the opportunity to expose some of the fashion industry's darker secrets, and a few prominent figures were left reeling from the scandal.

As a key player, Kate was inevitably affected, losing a few French brand endorsements and gaining a reputation as a feminist troublemaker—a bit of an outcast in the industry.

Still, she didn't mind. She had gained fame and didn't care about losing a few deals.

"Yes, as the face of Cartier rings."

Delilah handed her the contract.

"Cartier?" Kate blinked, her long lashes fluttering. "Thank you!"

"It's what you deserve," Delilah smiled, handing over another document.

"We're also offering you the position of UN Women Goodwill Ambassador for Brazil. Interested? We have a nomination spot since our organization is meeting in Stockholm."

"Goodwill Ambassador?" Kate tapped the table with her brightly polished nails, smiling. "What does that even mean?"

"It's a symbolic title, but it comes with responsibility. As an ambassador, you'll promote women's rights and fight gender inequality and violence against women."

Delilah went on about women's rights, her experience as both a lawyer and a supporter of the UN Women's organization.

"So, this is also compensation?"

"No, it's a responsibility. It's about raising a flag for women's rights in the fashion industry. Are you willing to take on that role?"

Delilah asked seriously.

Kate rested her chin on her hand and pondered for a while. "Sure, I'm already an outlier in the modeling world, so adding one more label won't hurt."

"Kate, you're so brave!"

"Not as brave as you!"

*Ding dong...* 

While they were chatting, Kate's phone buzzed. She glanced at it, her red lips curving into a captivating smile.

"What's up, Kate?" Hanley asked, setting down a women's magazine.

"Did another big celebrity ask you out?" Delilah teased, putting down her work.

Kate shook her head with a smile. "Luca passed his audition. He got the lead role."

"Congratulations! Double the good news!" Hanley said, raising her coffee cup in a toast.

"Thanks!" Kate laughed softly.

"Luca's a model, though. Why is he acting?" Delilah asked, confused.

"He's always been an actor. Modeling is just his side gig."

"Really?"

Delilah raised an eyebrow, then smiled mysteriously. "Actually, I might have something he can help with."

"What is it?" Kate asked.

"I'll tell you later!" Delilah winked, keeping the secret.

Kate smiled and glanced at her watch. 

"The art exhibit is about to start. Shall we?"

"Let's go!" 

(End of Chapter)