“Oh?” Luna clearly didn’t think that Christopher would change his mind after he declined the offer to take up the post as sous-chef at The Serenade. Stunned, she said, “I got it. I’ll let Scarlett know. You can start cooking as sous-chef tomorrow.” “Thanks, Director.” Since he had achieved his goal, he simply turned around and headed out. … Christopher’s life returned to a state of calm once more. He only went back and forth between his home and The Serenade. Even though Scarlett looked for trouble with him every now and then during working hours, she was not as against him as she used to be in the past. After attaining the Bonus XP Pet, his experience points in each of his skills grew incredibly fast. According to his prediction, he should be able to reach Intermediate Level in his Fire Skill over these couple of days. The other three skills were not too far behind either. The only unfortunate part was that his wish to sleep with Samantha in the large bed in Fairview District and be completely ‘open’ with each other did not happen because her mother would probably only return home at the end of the month. D*mmit! I’ll just wait a bit longer! Besides, Samantha probably isn’t able to accept another man in her life now. Her body will be mine sooner or later. It can wait. … In the blink of an eye, it was Monday again. But today, he didn’t go to The Serenade for work because it was the day he was supposed to guest star in ‘Glutton God’. He received the script two days ago, and indeed, he was playing a guest role. His parts were minimal, and he only had one line: ‘Sorry, but I’m just a chef.’ Sorry, but I’m just a chef? He felt chills. Why does this feel rather familiar and so pretentious?Will the audience like to see this? Why does it feel like I’d be damaging my glorious and great reputation? His shooting today was going to be done outdoors. Following the address Maya sent him, he arrived at his destination. The place was extremely crowded.Her appeal was undoubtedly powerful. The crowd this time was even bigger than the one at the press conference in Caesars Palace. The outdoor filming ground, which was about the size of a soccer field, was surrounded by a large swarm of fans, who had rushed over upon hearing the news. Seeing that, Christopher hurriedly covered his face with his hands. He was considered famous now. That day, the image of him running like a madman on the streets with Maya in his arms had successfully occupied the front-page and headlines in entertainment news for a whole six days. It only got suppressed when the news of Astrid Mallin, the wife of famous movie actor, Lance Barton, having an affair with his manager, Casey Walsh, was exposed. Even so, Maya’s fans still put Christopher on the kill list and named him one of the top ten most hated people in 2016 that could never be forgiven. Therefore, even though Christopher’s features were not captured clearly in that photo, for the sake of his safety and property, he still felt the need to be more cautious. Covering his face securely, he only left his nose out in the open to breathe as he walked through the cramped space to look for the entrance of this place.At that moment, however, a surprised voice came from in front of him. “Mr. Yard!” a middle-aged short-haired woman in office wear called out. F*ck! I heard someone call me! All of a sudden, he felt shocked. Did I get spotted by a sharp-eyed fan? That would be a disaster. He even thought about running away, but when he saw the face of the woman who was talking, he let out a sigh of relief. It was Harmony, Maya’s manager. He met her once when he went to join the press conference for ‘Glutton God’ at Caesars Palace. She was an extremely capable woman. “Miss Kirk,” he said. “Why are you hiding your face?” She looked at him in amusement. “I’m afraid of being recognized by Miss Maya’s fans!” he answered in an embarrassed manner. Since Harmony also knew that Maya’s fans did not have a good impression of him, she laughed with a hand over her mouth and said, “Let me take you to Maya’s lounge room, then! That way, you won’t have to sneak around anymore.” She chuckled again before turning around to lead Christopher toward the center of the filming site. With the staff pass she had, the two were able to arrive at Maya’s lounge room without any hindrance along the way. Pointing to a sole small cubicle not too far away, she said, “Maya is in there. I still have work to do, so I won’t take you in. You should head in yourself!” “Okay, Miss Kirk,” he replied. After giving him a nod, she didn’t say anything else and turned to leave. Christopher started walking toward the small cubicle Maya was in when he suddenly felt a cold shudder, as though he was a prey that had been targeted by a hunter. Looking up, he saw a big man in military uniform beside the small cubicle narrowing his eyes at him. Cold and dangerous—those were the feelings the big man gave Christopher. Ever since Christopher drank the Bone Broth Detox Soup, his senses had become extremely sensitive. He could sense even the subtlest changes in his environment. In the past, he didn’t believe in the supposed ‘energy’ and ’aura’. He felt like these mysterious and divine things were all fabricated. Now it seemed, however, that he was wrong. These two things really did exist. While being stared at by the big man in uniform, he unconsciously became nervous. All the hairs on his body were standing on end. “Buddy, you’ve trained before?” Feeling a sense of wariness from Christopher, the big man was a bit taken aback. “I couldn’t tell!” “I’m flattered.” Christopher pressed his hands together in front of the big man. “And you are?” “Oh, I’m Miss Maya’s bodyguard,” the military man replied. “Oh, you’re the one in the news headlines who carried Miss Maya and ran like mad on the streets! You have the guts, buddy! Aren’t you afraid Miss Maya’s fans would start sending knives to you in the mail?” Christopher was baffled. “I heard from Miss Maya that you’re a cook.” The military man eyed Christopher. “That’s interesting.” The military man continued to stare at Christopher, as though he was examining a work of art.It made things difficult for Christopher, who was a straight man. Feeling a chill down his spine, he quickly rushed into Maya’s small cubicle. After closing the door, he was able to let out a sigh of relief. F*ck. He wouldn’t have a fetish, would he? Christopher couldn’t help but wonder. He rushed into the small cubicle without even knocking, which effectively gave Maya a fright. Without even bothering to see who it was, she wiped her mouth and hid what was in her hand behind her back. In a panic, Maya asked, “Who is it?” “It’s me, Miss Maya,” he replied.