**Chapter 193: Going with the Flow**

Edgar looked at Eve, and Eve looked at Edgar. The two of them exchanged glances.

Then, "Damn!"

Eve cursed again, this time adding a few more colorful words before turning back to Anson.

"So, what you're saying is, you set them up, and not only did they have to grin and bear it, but they also had to show you goodwill and make peace? Wow, who are you?"

Her wide, staring eyes made no effort to hide her astonishment.

Anson responded, "Wood, Anson Wood."

Strictly speaking, Anson saw the real players in this behind-the-scenes game as David Crane and Darren Star. Brad and Jennifer couldn't confront David Crane directly, so they picked an easier target—him.

After all, it wasn't the first time Brad had taken issue with Anson.

Eve smirked sarcastically, "Ha. Ha. Very funny."

She rolled her eyes at Anson.

Eve's mind was now racing. "Since we could trick them once, we can definitely trick them a second time."

PR work, when it truly shows its power, is during a crisis.

Eve took a deep breath. "Anson, listen carefully. The plan isn't complicated. In fact, it's very simple. All I need you to do is walk the red carpet, approach Brad and Jennifer, exchange a few pleasantries, and show just the right level of familiarity—not too distant, but not too close either—then leave."

"The plan isn't hard; the key is in the execution."

"If you come across as too familiar or too distant, they'll think you're trying to ride their coattails. If you linger too briefly, they won't remember you; if you stay too long, they'll be annoyed you're taking up Brad and Jennifer's interview time."

"It's delicate."

"Honestly, I believe you can do it, but I can't be 100% sure. So, you need to tell me now—can you pull this off?"

"If you say you can't, we'll leave now, avoid their spotlight, circle back later, and make our entrance at the start of the second half. I can rework the plan. Trust my ability; we can still achieve our goals."

"But my professional opinion is that this is a crisis, an incredibly difficult situation, but if we seize this opportunity, the higher the risk, the greater the reward."

She rattled off her words with lightning speed, like a machine gun firing.

Edgar understood but still had some concerns in his eyes. "Anson, maybe we should circle back, buy some time, and think this through?"

Eve didn't argue but nodded, "We don't have to be so aggressive, that's true. A steady approach can still achieve our objectives."

So, what did Anson think?

Putting aside the "Spider-Man" audition, Anson wanted to take the risk.

The reason was simple. In his past life, after the age of twenty-five, he would have chosen to play it safe. His edges, his sharpness, his drive had all been worn down; but before twenty-five, he would have chosen to take risks unconditionally.

He missed his younger self—the one who was full of ambition, running wildly, soaring high.

Anson looked at Edgar, then turned to Eve. "We won't be taking a detour," he said, light but firm.

Eve and Edgar exchanged a glance, both taking a deep breath. Without saying more, they immediately pulled out their phones and got to work.

Indeed, facing challenges head-on involved unimaginable risks, but the roles of a manager and publicist were not just about offloading difficulties onto the actor. They had their own skills and methods to reduce those risks and increase the chances of success.

Like now.

Their first reaction was to mobilize their resources, contacting the media. When Anson stepped onto the red carpet, they would ensure he got some attention and convince the media to take a different angle, giving him a foothold amidst the usual "Brad and Jennifer" coverage.

Exchanging resources for resources, benefits for benefits.

The vehicle continued to move slowly forward.

From a visual standpoint, Anson was only two cars away from Brad and Jennifer, with the red carpet no more than fifty meters away. But in reality, it was separated by five or six minutes, with the pace slowing to avoid crashing into the peak of the frenzy.

Even so, the view still captured the madness on the red carpet, with not just reporters but also fans on both sides of the street, who had lost their minds.

Gradually, the Shrine Auditorium came into view.

Contrary to what one might imagine, the space ahead seemed a bit crowded. On one side, close to the auditorium, were various sponsor billboards, also serving as backdrops for photos. On the side closer to the street was the media area, packed with reporters from end to end.

Additionally, there were TV hosts with their camera crews roaming the red carpet, conducting interviews.

Looking around, the entrance to the red carpet was completely clogged due to Brad and Jennifer's presence, while further inside, only seven or eight actors were scattered about, with the media coverage in front of them sparse and half-empty.

The red carpet ran north-south, and at the T-shaped entrance, an east-west street was crowded with fans. All the guests had to exit their cars at this T-shaped entrance and step onto the red carpet under the gaze of the fans.

Ah!

Aaaah!

Screams and shouts clashed against eardrums as the energy from the fans even drowned out the media, turning the orange sky of Los Angeles into a fiery red. It seemed as though the sunset had arrived an hour early, spreading across the world.

Nicholas noticed the overwhelmed Jane Kaczmarek.

Poor Jane. It was her first time on the red carpet, and she had thought she could finally stand under the spotlight as an actress and receive applause. But before she could even smile, she had already been sidelined.

One moment, the crowd was cheering her name.

The next, it was like everyone had vanished.

Jane stood awkwardly, a forced smile on her face, almost on the verge of tears.

Nicholas sighed softly.

He didn't step forward to join the crowd.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested in Brad and Jennifer—he knew they were a surefire way to draw attention—but the problem was, at an awards ceremony, interviews rarely yielded anything meaningful. At most, you'd get a few photos.

And those photos would be repetitive—different magazines, different newspapers, all indistinguishable from one another. To the audience, these photos all looked the same.

So, Nicholas didn't rush in. Instead, he stood back and observed.

Then, he called out.

"Hey, Jane!"

Jane turned toward the voice, and in her previously lost and embarrassed eyes, a spark of light reignited, sending her heart racing to her throat.

Click!

Nicholas pressed the shutter, capturing the moment.

This was Hollywood—cruel and indifferent, driven by profit and entertainment at any cost.

Although Nicholas couldn't change this reality, nor did he have the ambition to, at least he could give Jane this brilliant moment.

Lowering his camera, Nicholas looked ahead at the red carpet. He was also watching and observing, trying to find a different angle, hoping to capture a special moment of Brad and Jennifer.

But it was difficult.

The flashlights ahead were so dense it felt more like a continuous video recording than photography, capturing every move of America's sweetheart couple.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure. It was just a fleeting moment, something he wouldn't normally notice. But something about it pulled him back for a second look.

That was…

End of the fourth update.