Chapter 516

Alexis’s playful interview had his fans and onlookers in stitches. The Best Actor, a man shrouded in mystery and famed for his early success and numerous awards, had always projected an air of aloofness. Yet, the man who’d once spent two months on a construction site to authentically portray a working-class character for a supporting role, a role that catapulted him to stardom, was anything but arrogant. He remained grounded, relentlessly pursuing perfection despite his fame.

His public persona, however, remained distant. He rarely endorsed products, his business dealings far less publicized than his critically acclaimed, record-breaking films—two a year, each a cinematic event. This calculated mystery only heightened his allure. No one expected this mischievous side. The interview felt less like an interview and more like an invitation to a party.

The comments exploded: “[I didn’t expect this, Alexis!]” “[Dreamscape, get to work! Send him an invite—now!]” “[Dreamscape, hurry, before I beg you!]” The tide had turned, drowning the B-list celebrity’s negative press.

Dreamscape’s ascent was undeniable. Suddenly, everyone noticed the crowns and gowns Jean Morris of Tikia’s wealthy family collected—all Dreamscape creations. Zephyr Corp’s CEO’s aunt sported a Dreamscape gown at several events. Most shocking? The Erancian crown prince wore Dreamscape’s private label at a recent charity gala.

Each of these individuals possessed unparalleled prestige, and they were all seemingly Dreamscape fans—or rather, fans of its designer, Maeve. Henry’s actions had previously painted her as the “daughter of a wanted criminal,” overshadowing her talent. Now, the slander cleared, her brilliance shone through.

The comments section buzzed: “[The youngest chief designer of the Russian royal family, Gradelle University design doctorate, three-time Golden Thread Award winner… she’s achieved more than I ever will!]” “[OMG! Look at Maeve’s designs for the Erancian Queen! I NEED them all!]”

“[A B-list celebrity’s a joke. Dreamscape sent him an invite; he refused and mocked Maeve. Is that what fans call ‘straightforward’?]” “[Mr. Soar’s more famous and didn’t even try to leverage Dreamscape's popularity. This guy’s a nobody.]” “[Seriously, how do I get a Dreamscape invite?]” “[Dream on.]”

Maeve, initially prepared to seethe, was stunned. Not only had Alexis defended Dreamscape, he'd single-handedly generated a tsunami of positive publicity. Alexis and Dreamscape were trending. Maeve was unaware of his Best Actor status, believing his claims of obscurity. “How is he not famous?”

Luckily, they’d exchanged contact information. Maeve texted Alexis her gratitude.

Ryan: [Small thing, really. About that invitation…]

Maeve: [You weren’t serious, right? You really want to come?]

Ryan: [I was serious. I love your designs. Formal wear, private label—I even had my assistant book a custom slot. I’ll be in touch.]

An idea struck Maeve. [Will you be the finale model for our show?]

Maeve: [No pressure, of course.]

Ryan: [Never modeled. Sounds fun! If you’re okay with it, I’ll try.]

Maeve: [I’d be honored, Mr. Soar!]

Ryan: [Call me Alexis. Mr. Soar is a bit… formal.]

Maeve: [Alexis, it is.]

Ryan smiled, phone in hand, when Aeolian burst into the lounge.

“Aeolian? What are you doing here?” Ryan straightened, waving cheerfully.

Aeolian, seething, slumped beside him, grabbing his arm. “Ryan, when did you meet Maeve? Why didn’t you mention her?”

“A while ago. It was a coincidence.” Ryan avoided specifics. “You know her?”

“Know her?!” Aeolian scoffed. “She fawned over Gale at my house, then tried to cozy up to Zephyr. She’s shameless! I’m worried she’ll target you!”

Ryan frowned. “Aeolian, do you have proof?”

“I saw it with my own eyes!”

“Maybe you misunderstood. Maeve’s not like that. Besides, she has children.”

Aeolian raged, “That makes it worse! She’s scheming! I’ve been burned by her, even scolded by Zephyr because of her!”

Ryan understood instantly. He smiled. “Zephyr doesn’t criticize lightly. You probably provoked her first.” He knew Aeolian best. The spoiled, only daughter of the Soar family was notoriously entitled and dismissive.

Aeolian stamped her foot. “Alexis, are you my brother? You always defend outsiders! You’re not seriously going to her show, are you? Flattering her?”

“Of course I’m your brother.” Ryan ruffled her hair. “I promised. Going back on my word isn’t good.”

“I don’t care. Don’t go. Attending that trash show will lower your status!” Aeolian persisted. “Tell me, am I more important to you, or her?”