CHAPTER 141: FASHIONABLY SUPRA

"Think about it," the masked man continued with his inquiry. "The guy just shows up out of nowhere?"

"Happens, my brother."

"Nah, that’s rubbish. I don’t know much about the film business, but it ain’t common. One day, he is a nobody, and the next day, he is one of the most talked-about actors in Asia? That’s not right."

"How do you even know all that?" The AD looked at him with suspicious eyes. "You said you know nothing about the film business."

"I saw BSPH. He was terrific," he said.

Only his furrowed eyebrows managed to portray his amusement.

"Like, I couldn’t take my eyes off whenever the brother was on. They say he just showed up for the auditions for BSPH one day. That’s how they found him, apparently. That’s odd, isn’t it?"

"Not really. There are far more unusual things, aren’t there? The industry is big; such things happen."

"You don’t think he is different?"

"No, I don’t."

"Really, now?"

"Yes."

"Then, what about that nonsensical muttering he is doing by himself?"

The pair stared at the man talking to himself with sleepless, wide eyes.

For a moment, the AD remained silent.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He shook his head in denial. "I see nothing wrong here."

"You serious, bruv?"

"Never seen a more sane man in my life."

"You seriously going to send him to drive like that?"

"I see nothing wrong, and he has already signed the waiver. We can’t be responsible if anything goes wrong."

"You lot are heartless." The man’s eyebrows met in the middle. "Has he ever raced before?"

***

"Are you certain you would like to do this?" Director Harrison asked Averie, who was busy muttering to himself while sipping coffee.

The good actor exhaled a tired sigh. "Are we going to discuss this topic once again?"

"I feel that it is my duty to remind you of the risks involved. You could go to jail, or even worse, you could get into an accident."

Averie had heard that too many times from too many people.

He respectfully dismissed the director, saying he wouldn’t have suggested it if he had any reservations.

"Racing races through my veins. You may even call me racist."

It was two weeks ago when he came up with the idea himself while watching a documentary on drugs.

His thought process was rather simple.

"Why not commit some crime?"

"Indeed, why not?" Lucifer, who had been watching from his lava jacuzzi, mused. "Sounds perfectly reasonable to me."

But it did not sound reasonable to anybody else.

The production wasn’t willing until Averie convinced them with his eloquence.

"I will dance naked in the streets if you don’t allow me."

Such effective words had never been uttered before in front of the board of directors.

After Averie agreed to shoulder all the blame and take responsibility for his actions, the board reluctantly agreed.

"I am going to commit crimes on camera and broadcast them to half the world," he proclaimed to his two employees.

Those words brought tears to Hyerin’s eyes.

"I’m so happy," she said, sobbing and sniffling. "Finally, you said something intelligible. Yes, you can commit crimes on camera. You have my permission."

Min-Ha, watching the ridiculous conversation from the side, placed a rather large crisp in her mouth.

The crunch was enough to ruin the moment. It motivated Averie to kick Min-Ha out of his room.

The next week was spent on writing, researching, and scouting for the abrupt episode.

"I don’t think you need any touchups." Min-Ha removed her brush from Averie’s skin. "I would like to persuade you from doing this, but I doubt you are going to listen."

"Why say what you already know?" the good actor replied.

The girl sighed. "Look, I don’t want to interfere in whatever it is you are planning. But just make sure not to worry Hyerin."

"She is going to worry even if I sneeze. That girl doesn’t understand how to chill."

"I know, I know. But still, keep yourself safe. She doesn’t have many friends."

"You don’t either."

"Bastard," she mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Master. I called you a master of your art."

"Took you long enough to understand."

Min-Ha took out a little bottle of sparkling, clear liquid from her makeup kit and sprayed it on Averie’s hair.

"What is that?"

"It will make your hair look divine when light falls on it. I wouldn’t use it while filming dramas or films, but it’s perfect for an episode filmed in the dark."

The night was cold, and Averie was dressed in nothing but a black turtleneck.

"Do you not get tired of all the attention?"

Those words had unknowingly slipped out of her mouth.

For some reason, Averie did not answer, and Min-Ha did not mind.

She took a shawl from her bag and wrapped it around his shoulders.

"Thank you."

The girl smiled. "What’s the occasion? You rarely thank me."

"I am in a good mood." He glanced at the drivers and the crowd chatting among themselves. "I’m seeing progress."

Min-Ha’s ears perked. "Is this about the role?"

"Yes." His eyes were once again losing focus. "She is coming to life."

Not wanting to lose him to his dreams, the fashionable girl quickly changed the subject.

"Are you sure it’s fine to drive in that, though?"

Her finger was firmly pointed at a blue Toyota.

"’That?’" Averie’s eyes stretched. "Show some respect."

He was disgusted.

"That is a Toyota Supra MK4. Do you have any idea how many children were conceived in that? Affairs, threesomes, fatherless children—that car is responsible for it all."

Min-Ha was taken aback. "Is it fast?"

"Of course, it’s fast."

"Fast enough to win?"

"What?" He looked at her as a lord would look at a serf. "Of course not. There’s Chevrolet, BMW, Nissan, Mitsubishi, and everything else. That old, unmodified car doesn’t stand a chance."

She was baffled by how quickly he abandoned all respect for his drive.

"Won’t you lose the race, then?"

She quickly scanned the area. Thankfully, Hyerin wasn’t around to scold her.

"This is crazy and all, but I doubt you’d want to lose."

Averie’s lips curled into a grin. "Oh, I have a fun plan."