The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 143: The "So Good" Moment

Leo Lancaster saw her hand lift and then fall halfway, lowering his eyes to hide his thoughts.

Not far away, Julian Caldwell looked in Maya Monroe’s direction: "Brother, don’t you need to go say hello?"

The makeup room wasn’t large but also wasn’t small. They were separated by a few meters from Maya Monroe, but due to the crowd, it seemed farther away. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Miles Wallace glanced at Maya Monroe surrounded by the crowd, pausing in his expression: "No need."

"It seems like Maya Monroe is catching up with others. If I go over now, it might not be suitable. Maybe I should wait until after the show to get her contact information. That way, I’d have more time and could perhaps have more of a conversation with her."

"...Hmm."

James Wallace walked over slowly, already styled up. His bright orange-yellow sweatshirt paired with jeans made him look even more youthful and handsome.

When he smiled, his canine teeth showed, but his smile was slightly playful: "What are you all talking about without including me? That’s so unscrupulous!"

Due to the canine teeth and the boy-next-door persona, he looked young, but standing up, he was even slightly taller than Julian Caldwell.

James casually rested his arm on Julian Caldwell’s shoulder, letting his hand hang down naturally, creating a very relaxed posture.

"Julian, what were you just saying about contact information? Whose contact information?"

Julian Caldwell was stunned, then his earlobes turned red: "I met my idol, no... my goddess! I really want to ask for her contact information!"

"Your goddess?"

"It’s Ms. Maya Monroe."

James snorted coldly: "What qualifications does Maya Monroe have to be your idol? I don’t deny she saved Miles, but look at how her scandals every day are earth-shattering. They say she’s terribly rude! That kind of person... at most, I wouldn’t particularly dislike her."

"If you have to choose a goddess to like... do you know Kiki Monroe? She’s the one who’s become very popular recently. I’d say someone like Kiki is truly a goddess. She’s pretty and considerate, and it’s said she treats her assistant as a friend. A well-mannered actress like that, who doesn’t act high-and-mighty, is rare! I worked with her once; she speaks softly and doesn’t have any temper at all."

Julian Caldwell removed his hand, disagreeing: "I can see Ms. Maya Monroe’s excellence with my own eyes. She’s definitely not as bad as you say."

"I’m saying this? Is that what I said? All the reports say that about her. Haven’t her scandals been numerous?"

Julian Caldwell’s gentle and shy nature never won any arguments against James Wallace; his face flushed red: "In any case, in any case... I don’t allow you to talk about her like that!"

"Brother, do you really not know Kiki Monroe?"

Julian Caldwell responded perfunctorily: "I’ve heard a bit."

"You’ve heard of Kiki Monroe, yet you still like Maya Monroe?! How can Maya Monroe compare to the highly popular Kiki Monroe?"

It seemed like his voice was getting louder, and a nearby member hurriedly reminded him.

James opened his mouth but ultimately didn’t continue speaking.

James slipped one hand into his pants pocket, adding a touch of swagger to his otherwise youthful outfit, which matched his slightly boyish face.

Suddenly his gaze shifted, and his casual expression halted, unable to pull his eyes away from that person ahead: "...Wow, who is she? Why is she so pretty? I haven’t seen her, so she should be from the show’s staff, right?"

He squinted slightly to see more clearly.

From his angle, he could only see her flawless white side profile, with exquisitely beautiful features and a hint of red on her lips. Just one glance and she seemed mesmerizing.

She sat on the sofa in an ungraceful posture, leaning forward, crossing her legs as if chatting with someone beside her.

He sighed: "Why is someone so beautiful just a staff member? That’s not right..."

He pulled his hand from his pants pocket and casually brushed his short, flowing hair.

"Meeting is fate; I must ask for her contact information!"

James moved too quickly, Julian Caldwell even didn’t have time to grab onto his clothes.

With so many people watching, forcibly bringing him back wouldn’t be very appropriate.

After a moment, Julian looked at Miles Wallace beside him, with a complex expression, he still asked that question: "So... does James really know Ms. Maya Monroe?"

Miles Wallace remained calm: "He used to love tabloids and followed Maya Monroe’s matters quite a lot, but that was one or two years ago. Recently he said seeing Maya Monroe annoyed him, so he started declining to view Maya Monroe’s recent photos and interviews."

"So... he really doesn’t know what Maya Monroe personally looks like..."

Miles added: "What she looks like now."

"Let him fool around, anyway he surely won’t get the contact information."

Julian Caldwell was pondering the meaning of this statement, and suddenly saw Miles Wallace was already resting on a sofa nearby, taking off his jacket to cover his face, shielding himself from the unbearable glaring lights.

James Wallace’s voice wasn’t particularly loud, and logically Maya Monroe shouldn’t have heard it, but she encounters someone with keen senses.

Thus, the few people’s whispering almost entirely made its way to her ears, though she was busy exchanging a few words with Ryan Spencer, but still heard most of what James said, especially the parts critiquing her.

Seeing James walking over step by step, Maya Monroe felt slightly complex.

"Do you need something?"

James froze, then pulled out his phone: "Are you a new staff member? I didn’t see you last time at Joy Without Limits. Actually, my purpose is... cough, can we exchange contact information? It’s convenient for me to learn about your show."

The last reason was casually made up by him; actually wanting to contact the production doesn’t require a backstage employee. He said this to make it a bit more tactful, and his motives appear less direct. But in any case, he didn’t expect anyone would reject his goodwill.

He waited for a while, not hearing the other’s enthusiastic response, instead, seeing her still lazy sitting posture, her beautiful almond eyes watching him with subtle amusement.

James slightly furrowed his eyebrows, what did that mean?

Perhaps beauties are always different from ordinary people, naturally not following conventional thinking.

"Do you know who I am?" He tentatively asked.

"You’re James Wallace."

The other answered quickly, leaving James a bit unclear about her intentions.

Backstage is very secluded, without any cameras, plenty of matters of exchanging contact information happen. James considered himself not obscure, usually praised, why was her attitude so indifferent?

The girl across raised an eyebrow, unintentionally revealing a trace of swagger.

"So... do you know who I am?"