CHAPTER 866: CHAPTER 866: THE DEMON GHOST’S FORTUNE CANNOT BE STOLEN

"Because he doesn’t get along with Vincent Atkins."

Ian Whitley said with slight helplessness,

"They debuted in the same group that year, but they had some minor conflicts early on..."

Before he could finish, Noah Zimmerman interrupted angrily,

"That’s not it, I can’t stand how he doesn’t appreciate his fans! I saw with my own eyes him throwing fan letters and gifts into the trash!

His fans waited downstairs for him all day in the summer heat just to see him, and he deliberately didn’t meet them. I even heard him discussing with his manager how to mistreat the fans ugh..."

Noah’s words were cut off as Ian Whitley clamped a hand over his mouth.

Ian Whitley shot Scarlett Jennings and Samuel Chalmers an apologetic smile, then turned to Noah Zimmerman with a warning look,

"Didn’t we agree not to speak out of turn about these industry matters to outsiders? Don’t you know you’ll easily offend people this way?"

Noah looked embarrassed but quickly regained his composure.

Anyway, he had said what he wanted to say.

Every fan is a belief, and such precious fans, yet Vincent Atkins didn’t appreciate them at all!

Since he himself didn’t cherish them, taking his fans wasn’t wrong.

"So why don’t you just steal his fans?"

Scarlett asked purely out of curiosity, as Noah replied in frustration,

"Because I can’t steal them."

He explained,

"Ian said I shouldn’t use demonic power for revenge or I’d hurt my Merit, so I thought of influencing his fans using merchandise as a medium,

but my Demon Energy seems to have no effect on him..."

Another crucial reason was that selling merchandise required exquisite craftsmanship, and his conscience wouldn’t allow him to produce anything high-quality for that person.

By comparison, although Vincent Atkins had character issues, his talent was undeniable. Designing some attractive merchandise for him was something Noah could accept.

When Scarlett heard that Noah’s Demon Energy was useless against the person, certain suspicions flashed in her mind, but it had nothing to do with their current purpose.

Furthermore, investigating the source of corruption was more important, so she didn’t delve further.

As for whether Noah and Ian Whitley intended to make a grand comeback and take revenge on those who betrayed him, that was their business, not Scarlett’s to interfere with.

She hadn’t expected that the world’s events would always come with coincidences and surprises.

Although Scarlett and Samuel didn’t intend to get involved, the person concerned ran straight into their hands.

They had used a spatial rift to avoid scrutiny and trouble when they arrived, but leaving wouldn’t be as troublesome, so Scarlett decided not to let Samuel continue using his ability.

They planned to leave directly through the building, but as soon as they opened the door of the lounge, they collided with two people passing through the hallway.

Noah Zimmerman was there today for a variety show at a factory, and the lounge in the hallway had rooms for other guests as well.

Scarlett Jennings and Samuel Chalmers also encountered the celebrities participating in this program.

When the other party saw Scarlett, he was first taken aback, then seemingly recognized her, just about to raise an eyebrow when his gaze suddenly landed on Noah and Ian in the lounge behind her.

The man’s eyes instantly narrowed slightly.

"Ian, what a coincidence."

The man greeted with a fake smile.

When Ian Whitley and Noah Zimmerman on the sofa saw the man’s face, their expressions immediately darkened.

The man was George Goodman, the young star who had previously betrayed Ian and almost left him with nothing.

Scarlett had no impression of him, but to her surprise, she saw a hint of entanglement between this George Goodman and Noah Zimmerman.

"Coincidence? Hardly."

Noah sneered and gave him a disdainful glance,

"This is my lounge. You’re blocking my fresh air at the door."

In other words, even the fresh air becomes stale when it touches him.

Noah had been in the entertainment industry for a few years, learning the art of speaking with humans quickly.

George Goodman didn’t take kindly to being treated so rudely by a junior, especially one bred by Ian Whitley, so irritation grew in his heart.

An abrupt shadow of gloom flashed in his eyes but he quickly concealed it, maintaining his fake smile,

"Ian, your ability to train newcomers is becoming less discerning, lacking even basic courtesy. This path won’t take you far."

The insinuation was clear, and everyone present caught on.

Before Noah could respond, Ian Whitley stepped forward, with a matching fake smile,

"I’ve always taught him to respect seniority, but in such a vast circle, some who’ve debuted early but have character flaws need not be regarded as seniors."

Ian Whitley, as a manager, always adhered to the principle of harmony for profit and making more friends rather than enemies.

However, such principles excluded the person before him.

Everyone knew he had nearly fallen out completely with the man, and Ian privately had no need to feign politeness,

"I may not know how far my people will go in the future, but they’ll certainly surpass you by a bit~"

George Goodman heard this, and his temple twitched.

Originally, Ian was easygoing, never reprimanding loudly whether dealing with outsiders or his own people.

Even during scandalous uproars, he would focus on resolving issues rather than scolding like other bosses.

But now... he had become this sharp-tongued.

It seemed he had been hiding it before; this was his true nature!

With this thought, George snorted coldly, ignoring the two men and turning his attention to Scarlett and Samuel standing at the door.

He had already recognized Scarlett and initially intended to make her acquaintance, but seeing her emerge from Noah’s lounge, his regard for the rumored mystical girl master diminished.

"You’re Master Jennings, right? I didn’t expect to meet you here. Are you here for the show too?"

Scarlett glanced at him and denied it, "No."

Noah added,

"They came to see me, don’t just stand in the doorway like that."

George’s temper flared inside, but he feigned not hearing Noah’s words, looking at Scarlett directly,

"Master Jennings, I’ve always been interested in metaphysics, and since we’ve met today, how about you give me a reading? Don’t worry, I’ll pay more than Noah."

His tone was quite impolite, causing Samuel to frown immediately.

The assistant nearby was also anxious, carefully tugging on George’s sleeve.

Though Master Jennings wasn’t in the entertainment industry now, she wasn’t some casual master either. She had the Jennings Family in Sea City backing her!

Every celebrity with issues who’d worked with her on variety shows had collapsed, so why was their master offering himself up? And with such a casual tone!

George knew what the assistant was worrying about, and he also understood Scarlett’s background, but so what?

After all, this was the Capital Metropolitan!

The backing he had in the Capital was second to none.

The Jennings Family might be untouchable in Sea City, but in the Capital, they’re nothing special.

That’s why George dared to be so brazen.

George just stared at Scarlett, waiting for her to name her price.

Scarlett didn’t seem upset at all, instead observing him for a good while before she calmly opened her mouth,

"Since you’re set on a reading, let me give you a piece of advice."

She squinted slightly, speaking in a low, steady voice,

"The opportunities of a Demon Ghost can’t be stolen."

Trying to steal them will cause big trouble.