Chapter 2 Second Chapter.

Although she was aware of the rules of the entertainment industry, she wasn't enthusiastic about it and was even repulsed by the idea of sleeping with countless old and middle-aged men just to get a good role or obtain their favour.

She had been hoping that her talent would be valued, and they wouldn't try to force. Perhaps she was just thinking too much, and the investor was helping her with a clean conscience. But that was only a possibility. She decided not to dwell on the matter now.

In the evening, Laura was sitting in front of the mirror. She was wearing a red-colored sleeveless dress that fitted perfectly on her body. She admired her face a little before bringing out her makeup box to apply light makeup on her face.

When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled lightly. She wasn't narcissistic, but it was really going to be hard for any man to resist her that easily.

She didn't have high expectations for her supposed date, but she had to look her best. Her phone rang, she looked at the screen and saw that it was Anna. "Oh shit! She hadn't told her that she was going on a date."

She picked up the call.

"Hey, Laura, I'm sorry for not coming over. I got worked up with some stuff. Anyway, how are you doing? Have you used the app?" Her voice appeared excited when she talked about the app.

"Yeah, it's cool. It's not that bad."

Anna was surprised. "Wow, you actually agreed it's not bad. That's nice. So tell me, are you having fun with the app? How is it?" She became enthusiastic.

"Actually, I forgot to tell you. I met a guy there; we are going on a date tonight," Laura said.

There was a pause on the other side of the phone. "You are joking, right?" She said, sounding shocked.

"Nope."

"How could you do this to me, you traitor? I can't believe you are going on a date without telling me." After throwing a tantrum for a while, she asked again. "How does he look? Is he handsome?"

"I don't know; I didn't see his picture, he used a monkey for his picture," Laura replied.

Anna felt like she was going crazy. "You didn't even see his picture yet you agreed to go out on a date with him. What if he isn't good looking?"

"Let me worry about it. I'm going now, don't disturb me, goodbye."

"Wait, don't cut the car..."

Beep! Beep!

The call was disconnected. She sighed in relief. Anna was talkative; if she didn't disconnect the call now, she would end up talking for hours and going late for the date.

She checked herself in the mirror once more before leaving with her small purse clad in her hand. She flagged down a cab on the road and hopped in.

Ten minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of Westview restaurant. It was a high-end hotel; it seems like her date has quite a good taste. She paid for the cab and walked to the restaurant. She noticed that some of the men were secretly looking at her and drooling. The women had unpleasant looks on their faces.

"What's great about a pretty face?" one of the girls said in jealousy. Laura ignored all this and walked inside the restaurant. She was met with the same situation outside.

"Mum look, that aunty is so beautiful." She turned and saw the owner of the voice. She was a very cute girl about eight years old. She flashed a smile at her, and the little girl started blushing.

Laura thought the girl was so cute. She went and sat on a chair by the table near the window. She brought out her phone.

**Lonely snow:** I had arrived. Sitting beside the window and wearing red. Where are you?

**The ugly monkey king:** I will be there soon enough, give me some minutes.

So he hadn't even arrived. She had even purposely come ten minutes later. She pouted. The waiter came over.

"What do you want, ma'am?"

She looked at her and flashed a smile. "I'm sorry; I'm not ordering now. I'm waiting for someone."

"Oh, you're on a date, I understand." He said and politely left. Ten minutes later, he hadn't arrived yet; she was getting impatient. He dared to make her wait. The waiter came over again. This time, she had no choice and ordered a glass of juice. The waiter served the juice, and she took a sip.

She decided that she would be leaving after she finished the juice. It was very embarrassing, but she only has herself to blame anyway.

Carson imagined how angry she must be now; he had been occupied by work and couldn't arrive early. He packed his car carefully in the parking lot beside the restaurant before walking inside. He still didn't know why he was doing this. He could easily get any girl he wants by just gesturing. Yet he had proposed to go out on a date with a stranger.

He felt it was quite funny. If this news was released to his friends' circle, they would gossip behind him for weeks. Of course, they wouldn't dare say anything in front of him, or else they would be tired of living.

He looked around the restaurant and remembered what she said. 'Sitting beside the window and wearing red,' his eyes landed on the only girl that fit the description. He paused.

The first thing he thought when he saw her was that she was unbelievably beautiful. She was sitting quietly and pressing her phone. Just this small action of hers looked like an art itself. Her beauty and body shape could put all those models to shame.

This caused him to frown. Someone like her could get any man she wants without even doing a thing. Why would she agree to go on a blind date with a stranger? The girl subconsciously turned, and their eyes met.