Chapter 82 An Interview With Francis

Christina’s eyes widened in shock. “This is an interview with Francis?”

“That’s right. He’s my latest idol. Isn’t he handsome?” Bailey laughed gleefully. Truth be told, she had come all the way to Jadeborough just to see Francis.

Despite sensing that she had been taken for a ride, Christina realized it was too late to bail on Bailey and resigned herself to stay.

All of a sudden, screams broke out on set.

Out from a recording studio came a towering figure.

The man had shoulder-length silver hair with their ends dyed in blue; his long narrow eyes were gleaming like stars. With a slight curl of his lips, the indiscernible smile on his face would bewitch anyone who saw it.

As he gradually stepped into view, the screams intenslied with greater fervor.

While Christina felt as if her eardrums were going to burst, the excited Bailey tugged her with one hand and waved her placard hysterically with the other.

Chaos subsequently descended upon the scene. Despite the host’s best effort to calm the audience down, his pleas simply fell on deaf ears.

Finally, it was Francis who picked up the microphone to quieten the fans. “My dear cuties, if you continue to make so much noise, the host won’t be able to ask me any questions. Why don’t we lower our voices for the interview, and I’ll take a group photo with all of you at the end?”

Francis’ suggestion was extremely effective, for the group of obsessed female fans instantly kept mum.

That was the first time Christina felt the star power of a celebrity up close. Mere words were enough to silence a group of boisterous women.

Just as Francis returned the microphone to the host, the simple gesture was so mesmerizing that everyone found it difficult to peel their eyes away.

After starting by exchanging pleasantries, the host dived straight into the interview. “Francis, am I right that you wrote the theme song for the web drama-The Domineering Prince?”

“That’s correct. I also handpicked the script. I was so inspired by it that I ended up writing the theme song.” Francis answered.

go down the list of prepared questions. “Francis, since you haven’t acted in a while, how does playing a prince in a period drama feel like? Is there anything interesting you can share with us?”

his reply was particularly eloquent. “Since this is my first time acting in a period drama-” Midway through his sentence, he was interrupted by a tic-tac sound.

of everyone, the buttons on

it exposed his muscular chest

out when everyone present was seduced by the heart-throbbing sight.

Francis had such a good

his ab muscles alone has made this entire trip

it feels like running my

production crew dropped the curtains and came forward to calm the audience

assistant inquired, “Does anyone have a needle

safety pin would ruin his shirt, there was no other choice but to sew the button back on.

the sewing kit she

Christina abruptly. Before she could react, she was already led behind the curtain where the production assistant urged, “Quick, help

her direction, he was greeted by the sight of a young girl with adorable braids. She was wearing the blinking hair clips that were used to

Christina blushed when her gaze

“Here’s the sewing kit. Please return it to me once you’re

around in an

lips curled as a cheeky look flashed across his eyes. He then called out at Christina’s silhouette, “I

to his request. After all, she wasn’t the

latter. “Miss, please lend us a hand. We won’t be able to get off work on

Christina to hesitate a little. It’s true that I can’t leave if the show doesn’t

in the

look on

subsequently walked up to him and stopped at arm’s length. She

the meantime, she caught a whiff of the floral scent on Francis’ body. He actually smelled

his pose made him look like the perfect statue, exuding an imposing aura even in

eyes from his. After pinching his collar with her fingertips, she began to sew the

it took for Francis to see that Christina was blushing nervously. He

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