In the end, Henry agreed to Qian Ning's request and became one of the banquet staff.
His reasoning was simple: no matter how hard he worked his way up, he might never get into a party of this caliber. He might as well go in as staff and broaden his horizons.
Secondly, he owed Qian Ning a favor. He had helped the production team with that stunt shot before, but the opportunity had only come because Qian Ning had approved and recommended him.
This time, he had gotten himself into trouble again. This old Hollywood hand's phone call had given Henry some guidance and provided an opportunity to resolve it, whether Henry needed one or not.
If it were a favor forcibly piled onto him that he truly did not need, he could simply refuse it. But this time, it was neither necessary nor unnecessary, and Henry chose to accept it.
So there he was, dressed in a rented black suit and standing at a corner beside the pool of some manor villa, playing the part of an emotionless bodyguard.
The reason he was not working as a greeter was because the male greeters wore white sleeveless shirts with black bow ties, suspender hot pants that barely covered their butts, knee-high socks, and black leather shoes. The whole look was painfully awful—even a Kryptonian could not endure it.
Even though the greeters were paid more, Henry passed. This was no longer a matter of money; it was a matter of conviction. Unfortunately, Henry did not have that conviction.
He did not know who owned the villa. The event company had rented it specifically to hold parties.
There was no shortage of food and drinks. The greeters' actual job was to carry trays around the party venue, collect empty glasses, and