"Uh… it's Mark Temple…"
"I thought with such a big entrance we'd get someone as handsome as Derek Lee, but it's just him?"
"Disappointing. Isn't Mark just Beryl Lin's pathetic lapdog? The one Bonnie crushed so hard he practically called her daddy? And he still has the nerve to show up?"
"I'm dying. Does he really think he's that cool? Showing up to Beryl's place in a race car and doing a dramatic drift? Peak try-hard behavior. Utterly baffling."
Seeing Mark, the viewers felt nothing. He was barely decent-looking compared to the polished stars of the industry. Let alone someone like Derek, whose beauty had permanently raised everyone's standards. No one was excited.
Fans waiting for their idols couldn't even be bothered to type in the chat.
Who ordered the irrelevant extra? Please leave.
Mark's friends entered first. Mark glanced at Beryl, hands shoved in his pockets. "You're planning to stand here the whole time?"
Beryl nodded. "Yeah. I'm here to greet everyone."
