Hell's Actor-Chapter 54: Finest Ice

After taking everyone’s orders, the waitress turned to Averie.

"What would you like, Mr. Bins—I mean, Mr. Auclair?"

Hyerin giggled, finding it cute.

Acting like a proper celebrity and not a prick, for the first time in his life, Averie played along.

He clenched his jaw, removing any sign of joy from his face.

His cold eyes dripped with lust and desire as he looked at the waitress.

Noticing the sudden change, she audibly gasped.

Asmodeus Binsfeld—very much alive—sat before her.

"Whatever you recommend."

If anyone else had said that, she would have found it cumbersome.

It was always a stressful experience to choose a dish for the customer.

But this was Asmodeus Binsfeld. No matter what he said, her heart would flutter.

Just being under the same roof as him was exciting enough, but being spoken to by him was an entirely different experience.

"Damn..." one of the younger customers muttered, watching the drama. "Bro’s got rizz."

Laughing awkwardly, Hyerin placed the order on behalf of Averie.

"And mineral water, please."

She always made sure that Averie only drank packaged water when outside. It ensured he would not consume contaminated water.

And the way his fanbase behaved, she was afraid one of them might drug him sooner than later.

No more wearing the persona of Asmodeus, Averie raised a finger.

"Ice for me."

The waitress wrote it down.

"Iced water, okay."

"No, no," he said, grinning ear to ear. "Just Ice."

"Only Ice?" The girl looked around, confused. "No water? Just... ice?"

"Precisely."

The girl tried to confirm again and again.

She even looked at Hyerin for confirmation.

Once the waitress was out of sight, a burned-out Hyerin spared her friend a pleading glance as the QTN executives whispered among themselves.

Averie figured they must have been wondering about the actor’s mental facilities.

He shook their stares off.

But that was not the end of it.

Out of curiosity about their choice of food and trying his best to accommodate a celebrity, the manager of the restaurant took a peek at the order.

The ’Ice’ on it baffled him.

He asked the waitress about it. And after hearing her detailed explanation, he looked offended.

He had had enough of people making curious orders to make a mockery of the establishment.

He retrieved a bottle of water and a glass full of ice cubes.

After brushing his suit once with the back of his hand, he strolled towards Averie’s table.

"Here’s your water and ice."

He placed the bottle in the middle of the table and the glass of ice right in front of Averie.

The actor gave him a nod and went back to listening to what nonsense Hyerin was spouting.

But something was odd. The manager wasn’t moving along. He was even staring at Averie.

’Is he just going to wait here? Is this punishment for having some harmless fun?’ He scoffed. ’What a snowflake; he won’t survive in Hell.’ fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

But the pressure didn’t get to him.

’This is an opportunity,’ he told himself. ’Show them what a real star looks like.’

Bravely, he picked up a cube, licked it once, and chucked it into his mouth.

"You need to chew each bite thirty-two times, they say." It was hurting his gums, but he still continued. "Delicious."

The crunching sound was horrible to listen to. It unnerved the manager and horrified the QTN people.

The man was truly dedicated to the art of trolling—whether it be online or offline.

Just to further piss off the manager, he put some ketchup on his cube before putting it in his mouth.

"Finest ice I’ve ever had," he said with a blissful expression.

Once the discouraged manager had returned to his duties, the talks continued.

"I know it is for only a single episode, but we are so glad to have you."

"Yes, Chae-Won would be so glad to hear the good news."

"She is a big fan."

"Big, big fan."

"Humongous fan."

"Biblically large, some might say."

"Gargantuan, even."

Averie did not know who they were talking about, so he assumed it was an overweight actress.

’Rotund, are we?’

He was clearly not interested in the talks. His attention was on his phone.

He was reading entertainment articles. A lot of them were about him, Asmodeus Binsfeld, BSPH, and so on.

But one not-so-popular article caught his eye.

It was uploaded only an hour ago and was related to the French film industry.

’[Globe’s Films] French actress Margaux Delcour spotted alongside avant-garde director Jean-Louis Groux at Péché Culinaire.’

The photos of them walking out of the restaurant were attached to the article.

Averie nearly swore.

’That’s the director from my dream. As I thought, it wasn’t just a dream.’

His eyes wandered towards the lady friend beside the bald director.

’That must be the actress whose consciousness I invaded.’

Now that Averie had their names, he continued his research from the morning.

As it turned out, the director wasn’t someone too known or great.

Although he focused mostly on artistic films, he had done a few large commercial movies in the past. None of which were too outstanding.

They weren’t bad. They broke even and made good profit. But clearly, none of them were blockbusters.

Jean-Louis Groux was in a category of directors who were extremely good at their craft but were just a blockbuster or two away from breaking into the elite category.

’Why is one of France’s biggest actresses with this bum, then?’

In Averie’s experience, celebrities preferred to associate themselves with high-class people.

Their personality did not matter, but the wealth they flaunted absolutely did.

They were a snobby bunch who had the audacity to be polite in front of cameras. They behaved somewhat at award ceremonies and film festivals.

’But stand next to them at a urinal stall, and they start pissing on your shoes.’

Further research indicated that the French actress had been struggling with her projects lately.

According to many a critic, she was ’missing the spark.’

’She did inquire about his next film, didn’t she?’

"By the way, I heard a concerning rumor." One of the executives turned to Averie. "Is it true that you were involved in a high-speed chase?"

’Oh yes, I was high as the sky and drove like a madman while the police chased after me.’

Averie wanted very badly to say that. But then again, he had a promise to keep, so that is what he did.

Hyerin confirmed the rumor on his behalf.

And so, the meeting successfully concluded.

On Thursday evening, twenty-four hours prior to the series finale of BSPH, the latest video of NeRen’s Chilled Dessert dropped.

It was titled:

’Salted Chocolate Tarts and Asmodeus Binsfeld.’

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