Brian Scott hurriedly explained, “Mr. Carter, you’ve misunderstood. This is my fiancée, her name is Emily Harris.” Then he turned to Emily Harris and said, “Little Emily, this is Mr. Carter, he’s the god of wealth for our company! ...What are you standing there for? Greet him!”

Emily Harris had no choice but to force a smile and say, “Hello, Mr. Carter!”

As soon as he heard that Emily Harris was Brian Scott’s fiancée, that smile on Mr. Carter’s face completely disappeared.

He coughed and said, “Oh, so she’s your fiancée. Well, Little Brian, it’s not that I don’t want to give you face, but look, this Little Emily showed up quite late. Shouldn’t she be punished with two drinks? Only then is it fair!”

With that, he turned to Edward Parker and ordered, “What are you standing there for? Pour the drinks!”

Edward Parker looked at Brian Scott, then at Emily Harris, not daring to disobey. He picked up a bottle of foreign liquor from the table and poured half a glass. Mr. Carter picked up the glass, reached past the singing girl beside him and past Brian Scott, smiling as he handed the glass over, saying, “Little sister, how about giving your Brother James some face?”

At that moment, Emily Harris could no longer hold back, and her face instantly darkened.

Brian Scott hurriedly stood up, but before he could say anything, Mr. Carter had already spoken indifferently, “Little Brian, like I said, it’s not that I don’t want to give you face, but this young lady was late. You’re not thinking of drinking for her, are you? That would really be disrespecting me, Someone Carter...”

So, the words Brian Scott was about to say had to be swallowed back down.

Emily Harris took a deep breath, just about to say something, when Brian Scott quickly said, “She’ll drink, she’ll drink, right away!”

After saying this, he turned to look at Emily Harris, giving her a very stern look.

In that instant, Emily Harris felt like she was about to explode.

But very quickly, she calmed down, surprisingly calm.

She stared coldly at Brian Scott for a moment, took a deep breath, took the glass, and downed it in one gulp. With a loud clack, she set the glass on the table, then started coughing violently as she sat down.

Brian Scott’s face looked a bit ugly, and he glared at Emily Harris with a hint of anger.

But Mr. Carter burst out laughing.

“Good, that’s the spirit! Your Brother James likes dealing with little sisters like you. Now we’re acquainted, right? How about it, little sister, sing a song with your Brother James?”

After finishing her coughing, Emily Harris flashed a perfect smile at him, which made Mr. Carter freeze on the spot, his face full of lust.

Then Emily Harris said, “Let this Little Brian sing with you. I have other guests to attend to, see you next time.” With that, she picked up her bag, completely ignoring Brian Scott’s astonished and angry gaze, stood up, and walked out of the private room.

As the door slammed shut, Brian Scott stood up angrily, but Mr. Carter’s eyes were shining with excitement. He clicked his tongue twice and said, “That girl, she’s got flavor!” Then he turned to Brian Scott, laughed, and said, “So, Little Brian? Got exposed, didn’t you? That attitude, you can tell she’s a bar hostess! I’m telling you, it’s just a hostess, don’t be so stingy. How about letting your Brother James have her tonight? As long as you call her back to keep me company for the night, I’ll make the call and sign that deal with your company!”

Brian Scott sat down, his face ashen, forcing a smile and saying, “Mr. Carter, uh, no, Brother James, she really is my fiancée. It’s my fault for not keeping her in line and making you angry, Brother James. I apologize, I apologize! How about this, I’ll punish myself with three drinks!”

Hearing this, Mr. Carter was stunned, and his face instantly turned ugly.

Chapter 7: About the Future (Part 2)

The fluorescent lights were bright, the walls snow white.

On the TV in the living room, the romance drama seemed to have reached a critical moment, with the male and female leads shouting at each other.

Henry Thompson lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, eyes fixed on the white ceiling, but his gaze was unfocused.

He was lost in thought.

It had been almost a week since he arrived in this time and space, this world. To be honest, he didn’t feel any difficulty adapting. As for the decades he was about to spend living in this world, he felt no dissatisfaction, no anxiety, no fear... none of those negative emotions. In fact, he was full of anticipation.

He knew that compared to the original inhabitants of this world, he possessed an unimaginably huge advantage—that was the countless musicians, artists, writers, singers, screenwriters, directors, actors... all the top artistic elites from another time and space, whose greatest creations spanned decades, centuries, even hundreds of years of human civilization.

The stories they created, the texts, the images, the notes, the voices, the glances... these were masterpieces that could stand shoulder to shoulder with any work of art in this era, perhaps even treasures of art itself!

And yet, in this world, they had never appeared before. Only he knew them, only he held them in his heart.

But what should he do?