From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Get out of here!"

While issuing the warning and clenching his fist, the young man had already turned and walked towards Anson, the tense atmosphere surging in the misty heat.

Scarlett couldn't watch any longer, "Stop, Adrian, damn it, stop!"

However, the situation did not slow down.

The young man didn't stop, and Anson was also approaching rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the two people collided head-on like high-speed trains.

Anson focused his attention and roughly sized up the young man. He was a head shorter than himself and smaller in build. Judging from his shoulders and arms, he probably didn't have the habit of exercising or working out. In a split second, he had completed his observation and judgment, and continued to move forward.

The young man, half a beat slower, also recognized Anson's face, "It's you!"

However—

Anson saw the young man raise his right hand, his pupils contracted, and he struck first. He quickly raised his hands like lightning, grabbed the young man's right hand, and pulled it towards his body.

The young man was caught off guard and lost his balance. He staggered and flew towards Anson.

Anson slightly shifted his body, met him with his right shoulder forward, and braced the young man's right shoulder. At the moment of impact, he used his shoulder as a fulcrum to exert force, pushed his upper body forward, staggered his right leg to trip him, and cut in his calf behind the young man's right leg as a fulcrum to jam him. The two forces combined.

Release, explode.

The young man groaned, and overwhelming pain surged in, devouring his sanity, even forgetting to cry out in pain, just lying there blankly on the ground.

Everything happened in a flash.

Before the confrontation could even begin, the outcome had already been decided.

Scarlett covered her mouth in astonishment, looking at the young man lying on the ground in disbelief, and then at Anson, her eyes darting back and forth.

The next second.

"Ha."

Scarlett knew she shouldn't laugh, it was completely inappropriate at this moment, but—

"Haha. Hahaha."

It was really too funny.

The young man lay on the ground with a look of despair, glaring at Scarlett.

Scarlett noticed, "Sorry, Adrian, haha, sorry, I know, I know, I know… but, haha, this is really too funny."

"I should tell Hunt, haha, he would definitely laugh his head off."

Scarlett laughed so hard that she bent over, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then noticed Anson rushing over from the side, but didn't react.

Anson grabbed Scarlett's right hand and rushed out without stopping.

"Run!"

Anson's voice came from her ear. Scarlett didn't have time to think, and ran out with Anson. The California afternoon breeze, carrying some sea mist and the heat of the sun, passed through her hair. A smile climbed onto her lips, her heart took flight, and she ran wildly.

Faster, a little faster, as if she could soar on the wind.

Involuntarily, Scarlett raised her head and saw those deep blue eyes looking back in the creamy sunlight, full of brilliance shining brightly.

Time briefly paused at this moment, the decimal point between 0 and 1 filled a second, as if they would keep running like this forever.

Laughing, running, crossing the street, and then stopping next to a car. Scarlett noticed that Anson was about to take out the key to open the car door.

"Wait, wait, Prince Charming…"

Her thoughts were a little confused for a moment.

"Anson, wait, Anson…"

Gasping for breath, Scarlett finally remembered the name and stopped Anson.

"We, we don't need to run away, that's my brother."

Succinctly, she got straight to the point.

Scarlett could then see the astonishment and panic in Anson's eyes.

"Ha." Scarlett couldn't help but laugh, "Sorry, I know I shouldn't laugh, but I can't help it, haha, hahaha."

Anson looked at Scarlett, then at the young man across the street who was already sitting up cross-legged cultivating immortality, and then at the lonely cart and mineral water left behind—

He admitted that the scene was indeed a bit funny.

If Anson remembered correctly, Scarlett had an older sister, an older brother, and a twin brother. That older brother seemed to be named Adrian.

"But…" The smile on Anson's lips also rose, but what was going on with everything that just happened?

Scarlett knew she owed Anson an explanation, "Adrian is my brother, my real brother. I, uh… I was indeed trying to avoid him."

Anson: ? ? ?

What was this plot twist?

So, everything was a misunderstanding?

"I thought he was some kind of mafia debt collector." Anson couldn't help but complain.

Scarlett couldn't help but smile. Thinking about it seriously, "In a sense, that's right."

Anson looked at Scarlett, "Are you saying, like Macaulay Culkin?"

This child star, who became wildly popular with "Home Alone", later became a money-making machine for his parents. Because he was a minor, Macaulay didn't have the right to control his own life, and everything fell into the control of his parents, to the point that Macaulay fell into a drunken stupor to escape reality.

Scarlett was stunned, "You know me?"

Anson was also taken aback. Although Scarlett was a child star, having debuted on the big screen in 1994, to be honest, she wasn't very famous now—

Her most famous work to date should be "The Horse Whisperer", but the focus wasn't on Scarlett.

His thoughts turned, "You're an actress?"

Anson asked back.

Without waiting for Scarlett to answer, Anson slightly raised his chin, "Sure enough, welcome to Hollywood."

A small joke made Scarlett smile again.

Scarlett didn't explain, didn't admit she was an actress, nor did she deny it, "I'm not Macaulay, and Adrian isn't an unscrupulous guardian."

Then, Scarlett paused, looked at Adrian across the street, and jokingly added.

"At least not yet."

After all, in Hollywood, this arena of fame and fortune, who can guarantee they won't lose their way?

Scarlett slightly restrained her smile and continued to explain.

"I have two jobs to finish, but God, I really, really don't want to work."

"Have you ever had such a thought, resisting work with all your strength, so I ran away."

Anson chuckled, "Yes, I understand. Sometimes, even before going to bed at night, I've already started imagining the moment of getting off work tomorrow."

Scarlett's eyes lit up, "Yes, that's it. I know the work must be done, but I…" The words stopped there, after all, she didn't continue, "Oh well, at least I briefly escaped, and secretly enjoyed—fifteen minutes of vacation time, things aren't too bad."

Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, "Just like Princess Anne?"

In "Roman Holiday", Princess Anne, played by Audrey Hepburn, was tired of the red tape of work and secretly slipped out to enjoy the night view, but unexpectedly met Joe, a reporter played by Gregory Peck. The two spent a short but pleasant day off.

Scarlett was slightly stunned. When she looked up, her eyes met Anson's deep blue eyes, clear and bright.