Olivia Bolton looked around, thinking about where to find money to buy something to eat. Whether it was a bowl of noodles or two steamed buns, you needed money to buy them...

Of course, you could also use your wits to trick someone.

Olivia Bolton stopped a chubby little boy, put on a kindly face, and said, "Hey kid, want to play a game?"

The little boy looked up at Olivia Bolton and said, "Sure!"

Olivia Bolton pointed at the half-eaten hamburger in the boy's hand and said, "I can make it disappear in one second."

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, let's try it."

Olivia Bolton licked his dry, cracked lips, feeling delighted inside, knowing this little guy had taken the bait. He reached out his hand and said to the boy, "Put the hamburger in my palm, blink your eyes, and the hamburger will disappear from my hand. No matter how hard you look, you won't find it."

"Are you trying to trick me out of my hamburger?" The chubby boy hid the hamburger behind his back, eyeing Olivia Bolton warily.

Olivia Bolton looked exasperated, pointed at the chubby boy, and said, "What kind of person do you take me for? I'm an adult—would I trick a little kid out of half a hamburger? Even if you begged me to eat it, drooling all over, I wouldn't eat it."

As if to echo Olivia Bolton's lie, his stomach suddenly rumbled loudly.

The chubby boy grew even more smug, pointing at Olivia Bolton and saying, "Your stomach is growling—you just want to eat my hamburger!"

"Who says I'm hungry? I just... let out a fart."

"Mom!"

"Who dares bully my son?" A fat woman, easily two hundred pounds, heard her son's cry, dropped the flesh-colored stockings she was buying, and charged at Olivia Bolton.

"You bastard, I'll tear you apart!"

Olivia Bolton fled in panic.

An old-timer once said: "When wandering the world, there are three kinds of people you shouldn't mess with: monks, women, and children."

Today, Olivia Bolton had offended two of them at once.

The woman's furious shouts grew fainter and fainter, and Olivia Bolton's stomach grew hungrier and hungrier.

He had to find something to eat, whether by stealing or tricking...

Chapter Three: Don't Hit Me!

"Miss, do you want to become Fan Bingbing?" An abrupt voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Olivia Bolton turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a ponytail, enthusiastically chasing after two beautiful women, trying to strike up a conversation.

One of the women was youthful and fashionable, the other intellectual and elegant.

The youthful, fashionable girl had delicate features and snow-white skin. She wore a black camisole, faded white denim shorts, and her long, white legs were bare in the air, so dazzling it was almost hard to look at her.

The intellectual, elegant woman looked to be in her twenties. Though not as tall as the young beauty beside her, her figure was curvy and voluptuous, like a ripe honey peach—take a gentle bite, and sweet juice would splash all over your face.

The pedestrian street was already a gathering place for beauties, but even among the sea of pretty faces, these two women stood out like cranes among chickens, showing just how stunning they were.

The ponytailed man couldn't take his eyes off the two women. Whatever his intelligence, his taste was certainly good.

"I don't want to," the tall girl said without even turning her head.

"That's true—miss, you're even more beautiful than Fan Bingbing. You'll surely achieve even greater fame than her in the future. All you need is to give Dongyang Entertainment a chance..."

"Get lost," the girl in the baseball cap said impatiently.

"Miss, won't you reconsider? I really think you both have great looks and excellent qualities. If you just give us a chance, we can quickly make you the brightest stars in the country—no, in the world! You'll become China's Julia Roberts and Katharine Hepburn... Miss, if you miss out on me, Henry Mason, you'll miss your chance to become an international superstar..."

The baseball cap girl suddenly turned around, glared fiercely at Henry Mason, and said, "Your name is Henry Mason, right?"

"Yes, yes..." Henry Mason thought this beautiful girl was finally convinced.

"Do you believe I'll beat you into 'Pig Youcai'?"

"Miss..."

"Alright, Ethan Lincoln, just ignore him," the mature woman beside her said dotingly with a smile. "It's rare for us to come out—let's just enjoy ourselves."

"Auntie, this guy is so annoying. He looks like a scammer," Ethan Lincoln glared fiercely at Henry Mason, angrily saying, "Get lost and don't let me see you again."

"Miss, even if we don't work together, we can still be friends. How can you say such hurtful things? You call me a scammer, but that's just because you don't know our Dongyang Entertainment Group. Why don't you both come to our headquarters and let me give you a proper tour..."

"Do you provide food?" A sudden voice sounded from behind.

"Of course we provide food," Henry Mason replied happily.

But as soon as he answered, he realized something was wrong. He spun around and saw Olivia Bolton, clutching his clothes with a desperate look. Henry Mason's face changed, and he angrily shook off Olivia Bolton's dirty hand, shouting, "Who the hell are you? Why are you grabbing me?"

"I..."