From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Anson wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt that the black platform shoe lying in the golden sunlight was highlighting its presence.

What to do?

But Anson didn't panic. He quickly assessed the spatial arrangement. The platform shoe was temporarily out of the young man's field of vision. As long as he didn't make any rash moves, the young man might not notice the platform shoe's existence—

Out of sight, out of mind.

Thoughts racing.

Anson put on a thoughtful expression, slightly raising his chin, "Over there, she was just holding a kitten and ran over there. I saw her as if she was trying to flag down a taxi."

"Ah!"

The young man exclaimed, completely unsuspecting, and without paying attention to Anson, he turned around and looked in the direction Anson pointed. He happened to see a taxi passing by and sprinted out like a hundred-meter runner, muttering a string of curses, venting his anger.

His ferocious demeanor, despite his best efforts to control it, still exuded a powerful aura.

In the blink of an eye, the young man had disappeared around the street corner.

Anson was about to remind the girl that she was safe, but a figure appeared in front of him like a catwoman, out of nowhere.

Whoosh.

Thwack!

A dark shadow flashed past the corner of his eye.

Instinctively, Anson reached out his hands, not knowing whether he was trying to catch her or protect her, just a reflex action.

However, she still landed successfully, striking a "Terminator" pose, kneeling on one knee. She didn't need any help at all and stood up slowly, coolly and stylishly.

Then, with a flick of her hair, she gave Anson a smile in the manner of a superhero's entrance, "Thanks for the help…"

Before she could finish speaking, the girl started hopping up and down, grimacing.

"Ah, ah! My foot, my foot is numb, ah, cramping…"

The girl stomped her feet and gasped in front of Anson, writhing like an earthworm on a rainy day, with none of her earlier cool demeanor.

Anson chuckled, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

The girl straightened her back, trying to calm her expression and maintain her image, clearing her throat, "N-no, no, no, I'm fine…"

With a turn, she waved hastily at Anson. Only then did she grimace silently, but she didn't stop, heading straight towards a corner of the parking lot, carefully placing the kitten in her arms next to a large cat lying on the ground, sunbathing.

Taking a step back, watching the kitten burrow under the big cat's belly, the girl revealed a relieved smile.

But immediately after, her expression contorted again.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch…"

At this moment, much, much later, the girl realized that she was missing a shoe—

The afternoon sun in Los Angeles was especially harsh. Although it was only April, the ground could already feel the scorching heat, like a griddle.

The girl tiptoed, limping and gritting her teeth, and rushed back.

Anson picked up the lone platform shoe lying on the ground, deliberately presenting it in the manner of a crystal shoe displayed in a high-end boutique.

Seeing the girl approaching, Anson gestured with his eyes, "So, are you Cinderella?"

The girl paused slightly—

Snort.

"Haha, hahaha."

The girl burst out laughing, the smile overflowing from the corners of her mouth and between her eyebrows, and said generously.

"Scarlett-Cinderella-Johansson, I think you can call me by my middle name."

Of course, this was a joke—

Scarlett-Johansson, the goddess who would one day captivate the world, was still a slightly thin and unconventional little girl, her features not yet fully developed and unrelated to sexiness and beauty, but with a delicate and sweet quality in her elegance.

After all, she was only about to turn seventeen this year.

Honestly, Anson didn't recognize her.

Even standing face to face at this moment, he still felt a little unfamiliar, even a little suspicious. Was this definitely not another girl with the same name?

Accustomed to the Black Widow image dominating the big screen in the future, it was normal to feel unaccustomed to her immature appearance now.

Despite the surprise, Anson's on-the-spot reaction was very timely, without hesitation, he replied smoothly, "Anson-Prince Charming-Wood."

Tap, tap, tap…

The cherry-red pants strode away like that.

Now, Anson finally understood what that Los Angeles saying meant—

Throw a brick and you can hit three Hollywood professionals.

As for whether they are actors, screenwriters, directors, or others, it depends on the area.

Perhaps, the waiter who is currently serving dishes to customers is the next Hollywood superstar; of course, more of them are lost in the crowd, piles and piles of cannon fodder unknown to anyone.

Withdrawing his gaze, Anson turned and entered Ralph's, bought two cases of mineral water in the supermarket, and pushed them away in a cart. The Nokia in his pocket began to vibrate—

Taking out his phone, honestly, Anson was a little happy. He still remembered envying his classmates' Nokia phones when he was in middle school. In the year 2000, being able to own a Nokia was definitely being at the forefront of fashion. Now those memories had returned.

The caller ID was Chris.

Anson was about to answer when a sound came from ahead—

"No! I've already told you, no! I don't want to!"

It was actually… Scarlett, who had returned.

And the young man who had just been furious.

At this moment, the young man was trying to pull Scarlett's arm, but Scarlett was unwilling and shook him off. But the young man didn't give up, and with a lunge, he stood in Scarlett's path, blocking her way like a lone warrior guarding a pass, the anger in his eyes burning.

Scarlett raised her hand and pushed towards the young man.

Unfortunately, the strength was unequal.

The current Scarlett was not the Black Widow—

The young man stood still, suppressing with all his might but still able to feel the surge of anger, and scolded fiercely, "This matter is not up to you to decide."

"Now, you have two choices, either come with me obediently, or I will forcibly take you away with violence. Scarlett, the choice is in your hands."

Was this even a choice?

Anson strode forward quickly, without hesitation, and shouted from a distance, "Stop! Didn't you hear what this girl said? She has already rejected you, there's no need for you to continue pestering her here."

At the same time, Anson looked at Scarlett, "Are you okay? Do you need me to call the police?"

The young man didn't give Scarlett a chance to speak at all, glaring fiercely at Scarlett, warning her to shut her mouth, while turning his head to look at Anson.

"Get lost!"

"You better turn around and leave immediately, don't meddle in other people's business."

While issuing a warning, clenching his fists, the young man was already walking towards Anson head-on.

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