The chicken soup was ready, and Emily set aside some in the fridge. Then she sent a text to Mr. Satan: [I'm going to a concert tonight. Dinner is in the fridge; you can heat it up in the microwave.] Mr. Satan replied: [What time does the concert end? I'll come pick you up.] [No need, I can come back on my own.] [What time?] [Really, no need...] [What time?] [I'm going with Olivia to the concert, she can drop me back.] [What time?] Three consecutive "What time?" messages emphasized his determination. Emily chuckled lightly and compromised: [Around 11 pm.] [Okay.] Putting away her phone, Emily picked up the food container and left with Olivia. They first went to the hospital to deliver soup to her father and uncle, then hurried off to the arena. Upon arrival, Olivia got out of the car first and opened the door: "Emily, wait here for a moment. I'll go in and get your staff pass." Emily nodded. "Alright." Olivia opened the car door and quickly disappeared into the back entrance of the arena. Emily took out her phone and checked the time. It was now 2:30 in the afternoon, less than three hours before the concert began. Yet, fans were already gathering inside and outside the venue, holding signs with Lucas's name and dressed alike, creating a lively atmosphere. Just then, a commotion in the distance caught her attention. They seemed to be a group of reporters, carrying microphones and cameras, surrounding someone as they made their way towards the venue. Could it be a celebrity?Emily rolled down the car window to take a look but was surprised to see two familiar figures. Nathan and Sophia. Sophia was clearly dressed up for the occasion today. She wore Chanel's latest dress and high heels, clinging affectionately to Nathan's arm, waving to everyone with a smile. "Yes, I quite like Lucas, but his tickets are hard to come by. Luckily, Nathan knew I liked Lucas and bought two tickets to the concert, which was a pleasant surprise..." "It's not like I'm a die-hard fan. Nathan would get jealous if he knew... Haha, not really jealous, just a bit possessive? Every time there's news about Lucas, he gets a bit jealous." "We've almost finished planning the wedding; it's going to be at the Hilton... Yes, I think the atmosphere there is good. Nathan? Of course, he respects my opinion. I suggested the Hilton, and he agreed." "...Yes, I had my wedding dress custom-made by a designer from France. I can't reveal the specific style yet. You're all welcome to attend the ceremony on the day. I'll prepare gifts for you..." Sophia was in an exceptionally good mood today, unable to contain her happiness as she spoke. She had always wanted to marry into the Reed family, and now that news of their wedding was circulating in newspapers and websites, it seemed like it was really happening. However, the group of Lucas fans waiting outside were not pleased. Their expressions were grim. "Does this Mrs. Reed have a screw loose? Today is Lucas's first concert on his tour, why is she stealing the spotlight?" "She's afraid people won't know she's marrying Mr. Reed, so she's seizing every opportunity to show off." "Hasn't she shown off enough already? I see news about her every time I check my phone. The hype around her wedding on Twitter has surpassed the hype around Lucas's concert. I don't get it, Lucas is a top-tier star. Mr. Reed and she are not even from the entertainment industry, why are they so high-profile?" "She's asserting dominance! But look at Mr. Reed's expression; it's not good! A woman's intuition tells me Mr. Reed can't stand her." Various voices clamored all around, creating a bustling atmosphere. Emily closed the car window to block out the noisy chatter. It seemed Olivia was right. Sophia wanted everyone to know about their marriage.But all of this was irrelevant to Emily now. With a bang, the car door swung open. Olivia returned, clearly annoyed: "Damn, I can't believe Sophia! She's here for a concert with eighty bodyguards! Plus, she brought along so many reporters, they've completely blocked the entrance. I almost couldn't get out! She really thinks she's a star." Emily smirked. "Well, now she's Mrs. Reed—she has to show off, right?" "I think she's afraid Nathan will back out, so she's deliberately stirring up all this news. She's trying to force Nathan into marriage this way." Olivia handed Emily a badge. "I borrowed this from my colleague. Just wear it, and we'll use the employee entrance." Emily nodded, putting on the badge. They both got out of the car. Outside, the crowd had grown thicker, making walking feel like navigating a rush-hour subway. Olivia finally managed to lead Emily to the entrance of the employee passageway, sweating profusely: "We're here, Emily, this way!" Emily hurried a few steps to catch up. The security, upon seeing their badges, smoothly allowed them into the stadium. Following the employee pathway, they entered the backstage makeup room. From a distance, Emily spotted Lucas seated in front of a makeup mirror, with a stylist working on him. "Quick, look, that's my Lucas. Handsome, isn't he?" Emily sincerely nodded. "Very handsome." Olivia nodded in satisfaction. "He's even more handsome without makeup. When he's done up, he looks a bit strange. Nothing beats his natural look." Emily observed Lucas for a while, calmly commenting, "Actually, Lucas has very defined facial features. When applying makeup, the shading on his face doesn't need to be so heavy, and why use this shade of foundation? It's more suited for women, not men. Is the makeup artist trying to turn him into a K-pop idol? Lucas's face leans more towards angularity, not the soft Korean makeup style. A rugged, masculine look would suit him better." Olivia gasped. "Oh my God, you're absolutely right. His natural facial contours are so defined, and he has a strong presence. The makeup artist insists on making him appear softer." Emily chuckled. "But his makeup artist is a professional, and your company must have specific requirements for a star's image, right? Lucas should be going for a charming, cute guy style?" "No way, that style is outdated." Olivia rolled her eyes. "Emily, I have a bold idea."