Chapter 983: autograph signing

Meanwhile, on Slater’s side...

"Slater, what are you doing?" James leaned over behind Slater’s chair, glancing nervously at the long line that had formed because Slater didn’t want any of his dates to sit directly in front of him. Now, after hours, the line was getting longer instead of Slater having a constant hour-long date with each woman Old Mrs. Pierson had arranged for him.

Slater had his eyes closed, legs crossed, arms folded. When he opened his eyes, he sighed heavily and reached for the pen.

"I’m ready," he announced, making James wince.

’Of course, you’re ready! Some of these ladies have been waiting for hours!’James mentally groaned but quickly put a smile on his face. "Let’s start!"

As soon as James announced the start of the "date," the first lady in line quickly glided to the seat across from Slater.

"Hello, Slater," she greeted shyly, fluttering her eyelashes. "How are you?"

Slater smiled. "Good," he replied, extending his hand as if expecting something from the woman.

Her brows rose slightly before she hesitantly pulled out a small album from her bag. "Is it okay to get your autograph?"

"Of course." Slater nodded, smiling at her. "Name?"

"Billie."

"Okay... dearest Billie..." As if this were just an autograph signing, Slater wrote a short note on the album. Once he was done, he flashed her a charming smile. "Good now?"

"Thank you! Actually, I bought you something. I’ve always wanted to give this to you," the woman said as she took a small teddy bear from her bag. I hope you like it."

"Of course!" Slater accepted the gift gratefully, only to pass it to the security. "See you."

"Ye—yes~!" Despite spending just two minutes with him, the woman happily squealed as she vacated the seat.

The next woman in line quickly took her place. Unlike the first, she already had Slater’s album and some posters, and even brought the latest magazine with Slater on the cover. She handed him a headband as a gift.

After that, the next woman came with baked cookies for him. And then the next one... and then the next...

James, who was standing not far from the table, shook his head. "I’ve never seen dating like this—this isn’t dating at all!" he exclaimed to the side, but it seemed Slater and all his dates didn’t think so.

"No wonder he waited this long," he muttered. "It seems he noticed that they were fans."

Another deep sigh escaped James, but he quickly admitted that this wasn’t Slater’s fault. After all, some of his dates had arrived early just because they knew who they were meeting. This was supposed to be a blind date, but Slater had mischievously asked James to leak the information.

Who would have thought so many of his dates were his fans?

"Now that I think about it... Slater’s memory is quite amazing," James thought to himself, watching Slater sign an autograph for his next "date." "Did he know that his dates were his fans? Is that why he asked me to leak the information? Now that I think about it, Slater does have a good memory and remembers his fans well."

Just as James was pondering, his brows rose as the next woman sat across from Slater. Slater’s expression changed from charming to stern.

"Huh?" James instinctively scanned the woman’s figure with his eyes, noticing that she wasn’t holding an album, magazine, or even posters. ’Did she... did she come here for a real date? Wait, was she here earlier? I didn’t notice her before! But finally! A date! A real one! Slater, good luck!’

James blinked repeatedly, observing the woman. A black blazer was draped over her shoulder. Her short, straight black hair barely touched her high shoulders. Despite wearing black glasses, James could tell she was quite beautiful—her facial structure was delicate, and her features were well-defined.

"How sophisticated..." James whispered in awe. "Is she a celebrity? I don’t think so."

If she were, James would’ve known. After all, James was the CEO of one of the biggest entertainment agencies in Anteca. He would’ve recognized such beauty if it existed. Although all of Slater’s dates carried different types of beauty, this woman was of a completely different caliber.

Darting his eyes between Slater and the woman across from him, James’s eyes twinkled. ’She’s pretty, and he’s handsome... wow. I can see their chemistry. After all, the reason Slater’s better off doing solo projects and not teaming up with others—even in the movies he’s been in—is because his face tends to overshadow the other artists.’

There was no doubt that Slater’s beauty was out of this world, as both his fans and James would agree. It was for this reason that Slater’s team had decided it wasn’t good for him to pair with anyone. Even in music videos, Slater wouldn’t participate if there was a story because his partner would just end up as a backdrop.

That’s how pretty Slater was—he was even more stunning than most female artists and celebrities.

’I wonder what her name is?’ James wondered to himself, only to notice that neither the woman nor Slater had spoken a word. The woman simply sat there, looking at Slater as if there wasn’t a line behind her.

Slater, on the other hand, was the same. He simply played with his pen, skillfully spinning it around his fingers, his eyes scanning the woman across from him.

"You are... ugly," Slater blurted out intentionally, then smiled.

James: "..." His face contorted as he watched the woman’s reaction.

Meanwhile, everyone who had overheard Slater’s comment couldn’t help but glance at each other. Even those who were supposed to be on his dates felt a little self-conscious. If that woman was ugly in his eyes, what did that make them?

Surprisingly, the recipient of the comment just smiled. "Thank you." She then rose from her seat and reached for the bottle of water. She didn’t open the lid but motioned as if she was about to splash his face with water.

"Splash..." she whispered, chuckling at him. "See you around, Slater."

Slater shrugged and watched her walk away. He didn’t even flinch when she reached for the bottled water and made a gesture as if she was going to splash him with it. It was more like he said what he said just so she could leave.

"Huh?" James darted his eyes between Slater and the woman, furrowing his brows in confusion. "What in the world did I just witness? Where’s the real date — it’s ending even before it starts!"