CHAPTER 189: CHAPTER 188: MAY HIS THREAD NEVER TANGLE

"Ohhh..."Rex said innocently, rubbing his arm and nodded solemnly like he’d just uncovered the secrets of the universe.

She sighed. "Honestly... You do realize how rare it is to get into one of these insider parties, right? These are real insider gatherings. Carefully curated guest lists. No random RSVPs. If you’re in, it means either someone powerful vouched for you or you are that someone really powerful. Even most rich people aren’t on the guest list. These aren’t casual mixers—they’re unofficial arenas. They’re social ecosystems. Insider networking at the highest level. "

She leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. " . "You know how entertainment works in our world, where the entertainment industry is at its peak, stars aren’t just admired—they’re worshipped. Even second or third-tier celebs have enough influence to crash a stock or start a riot with one tweet. The entertainment industry is practically its own empire, celebrities—especially A-listers—are more influential than politicians. Some of them are practically untouchable.Even presidents are careful around them, just to avoid avoid ticking off a fanbase the size of a small nation."

Rex tilted his head. "Really?"

"Yes. That’s why parties like these are so coveted. It’s not just about glitz and glamour—it’s an opportunity. People burn fortunes trying to get close to celebrities. Sometimes for clout, sometimes for deals... and sometimes—" she raised a brow, "for more personal aspirations."

She looked back at him. "At events like this, there’s always a chance you’ll encounter someone truly.... untouchable. Not just rising stars or influencers—but the actual legends. The kind of people who are normally high above the clouds."

Rex nodded slowly.

"So," she continued, "of course the nouveau riche and hopeful heirs would throw away fortunes just to get in. Everyone wants to meet their favorite star in real life, and if things go well..."

She let her words trail off, lips curling upward in mischief.

Rex tilted his head. "If things go well... they get to, uh... get an autograph?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"A photo?" he added, bright-eyed and full of fake innocence.

Seraphina stared at him for a long second. Her silence was louder than any sigh.

Of course Rex knew what she meant. Let’s not pretend. What she was hinting at wasn’t just a little meet-and-greet—it was hooking up. The kind of scandalous, whispered-about trysts that kept tabloids alive and fans feral. But how could he admit he understood? That would just lump him in with the rest of the thirst-driven crowd.

He just couldn’t admit it. Because, dear reader, if there’s one thing Rex knew from all his past life hardships, it’s this:

Women hate casual sleazy types, especially Beautiful women, the type with standards, taste, and two functioning eyes. And more than that—they despised men who admitted to being one.

So of course he had to act clueless. Pure. Untouched by worldly desires.

No, no, no. He had a reputation to protect.

So he turned the puppy eyes on full blast. Wide, glimmering, practically sparkling. Like he was a pure child who had just learned the concept of celebrity for the first time.

Seraphina squinted. "You...?"

"I-I don’t understand what you’re suggesting," he said, voice soft and ’pure.’ "Are you saying they get—gasp—VIP selfies?"

She gave him the slowest blink in recorded history.

"Maybe even personalized signatures?" he added, voice rising in mock excitement.

She covered her mouth and shook her head, laughing under her breath. This guy...

Rex looked at her with the most saintly expression he could muster. "Is it bad to want an autograph?"

She exhaled sharply through her nose, one hand going to her hip. "You’re impossible."

Of course she wasn’t fooled. Not really. But seeing him pretend to be a clueless saint was oddly entertaining.

"Just... try not to break too many hearts, you shining little idiot," she muttered.

Rex gave her his best innocent smile.

But after that, Rex didn’t say anything further. No clarification, no denial—not even a knowing smirk. He simply stood there, a perfectly blank, almost angelic face, expression unreadable, like the very concept of "not-for-kids" topics had flown right over his head.

He truly committed to the bit.

A flawless display of pure, blinding innocence.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then rubbed her temples like she was debating whether to laugh or cry.

"You know what? Never mind. Go. Just go before my blood pressure spikes."

Seraphina squinted at him, half tempted to shake him just to see if he’d break character.

"You know what? Never mind. Go. Just go before my blood pressure spikes."

But in the end, she just sighed and waved him off.

He nodded solemnly like a soldier receiving orders, straightened the cuffs of his casual cardigan like it was a military uniform. The air of over-the-top dignity would’ve made more sense if he hadn’t just been acting like a clueless schoolboy two seconds ago.

"Anyway," Rex said, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve, "there’s still a while before the party. I’ll head out, maybe grab lunch. You rest up or something. You look like you’ve wrestled three sewing machines and won."

She rolled her eyes, turning back toward her tablet. "Yeah, yeah, go. But don’t eat anything that’ll make you bloat. I swear, if the suit doesn’t sit perfectly after all this..."

He laughed under his breath and turned toward the door of the special fitting room.

But just as he reached for the handle, he stopped and turned back with that classic Rex mischief glinting in his eyes.

"Oh—Seraphina?"

She glanced up warily. "...What now?"

He took a theatrical step back, gave an exaggerated bow like he was addressing royalty, and intoned, "Please extend my heartfelt gratitude to the brave, noble soul who sacrificed his peace and freedom for my suit. His bravery will not be forgotten."

She squinted at him.

"I’m talking about the poor kidnapped tailor," he added with a grin tugging at his lips. "His courage shall echo through fashion history."

"And do remind me," he continued, holding up a finger, "to send him a thank-you basket to the poor guy."

Seraphina groaned and palmed her forehead. "You’re insufferable."

Rex clasped his hands together like a monk. "May his thread never tangle."

That finally cracked her. A choked laugh escaped before she caught herself and shot him a withering look. "Just show up tonight in one piece, you absolute menace."

"No promises," he said over his shoulder, pushing the door open.

His cardigan fluttered as he disappeared from sight—leaving Seraphina standing there, somewhere between exasperated and amused.

(End of Chapter)