While chatting on one side, Laila and Roy walked out from the plane that had already opened its door.
However, before they could descend the stairs, a deafening scream erupted, waves of sound almost tangible enough to blow the plane away. The enthusiastic crowd of fans had indeed come to welcome someone.
"What are they shouting?" Laila was certain they were not calling out Eastern names; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to understand.
"Oppa?" Roy, with a puzzled expression, listened for a moment with his ears perked up, catching only two repeated words from the cacophony: "Seems like a star named Oppa."
"Is there such a star?" Laila couldn't recall any famous star with the name Oppa at the moment. "Anyway, let's keep going."
After walking a few steps, she turned back with a realization. Oppa must be a term used to welcome male Korean artists. Thinking about it, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Roy, who had been keeping an eye on her, asked curiously when he saw her laughing.
"Nothing just thought of something amusing suddenly." Laila was too lazy to explain Korean to him; it wasn't something worth bothering about. In her mind, what mattered most was the meeting tomorrow, more important than any Korean celebrity!
Roy chuckled as well, not pressing further. Her mood hadn't been great all along, so seeing her laugh a bit made him feel a bit relieved.
Just as they entered the VIP channel, another group of people approached from the other side, equally grandiose in their presence. However, in terms of momentum, they were overshadowed.
The other group had a bodyguard on each side, both wearing black sunglasses, followed by two assistants, and a dozen or so entourage members, including makeup artists carrying various-sized boxes.
Comparing it to Laila's side, where there were just over a dozen bodyguards, and in the middle stood Roy, an Oscar-winning actor, along with the golden-haired beauty secretary Demi and her assistants, the two sides were incomparable in terms of both looks and the fierceness of the bodyguards.
However, Laila had no intention of comparing with anyone. Her mind was entirely focused on tomorrow's event, not even bothering to cast a glance at the group behind trying to surpass them in haste.
She didn't want to compete, but that didn't mean the other side didn't have the intention to compare. In anyone's shoes, after going through such a grand reception, one would probably adopt an arrogant attitude toward ordinary people.
In this case, ordinary people referred to someone like Laila, who didn't even have a fan base in the region.
Fortunately, all the people with Laila were Westerners, and the Korean star didn't show any signs of arrogance. After all, not everyone traveled with so many bodyguards. In his eyes, Laila seemed to be someone with a mysterious background.
However, his agent's eyes lit up when he saw Laila and her group. Despite the disguises—wearing sunglasses and hats—Laila and her team's inherent qualities, along with their exposed clean jawlines and necks, all demonstrated their high-level appearance and physique.
"Hello, I'm from XX Company. I wonder if you're interested in becoming a star?" He took out several business cards, ready to distribute them to Laila and her group.
His English wasn't very standard, falling into the category of being barely understandable with half of it needing to be guessed.
Laila's bodyguards couldn't possibly allow such a stranger to approach their boss freely. Before he could get close, two of them stepped forward and stopped him.
This was the first time Laila had been approached by a talent scout, so she raised her hand to stop her bodyguards' actions and then took the business card.
The agent was the type to approach anyone he thought had potential, and it wasn't until he was stopped that he realized he might have made a mistake. Judging by their grandeur, they weren't in need of money, so why would they care about his solicitation?
What he didn't expect was that Laila accepted his business card, making him feel a bit uneasy and excited. If they were genuinely interested, with the looks of these people and their Western identities, they might be able to create several world-class idol stars.
Recently, the company had such plans. Knowing that it was challenging for Asian faces to break into the Western market, they wanted to recruit some Western talents to train, advancing their ambitious plan to dominate the global entertainment industry.
Roy couldn't hold back a smile. "I always knew you could be a star." He was about to die of laughter. A Hollywood director like Laila getting scouted by a talent agent on the street? If this news reached Hollywood, it would surely become a shocking headline.
Poor guy, did he have any idea how pitifully wrong he was?
Laila found it a bit amusing too but was relatively happy. As a woman, being praised for her beauty and offered a chance to enter the entertainment industry – wouldn't that be something to be happy about?
She shot a glance at Roy. "What's so funny?"
Roy waved his hand hastily. "Nothing, absolutely nothing funny."
If he weren't barely holding back laughter, Laila might have believed him. But that almost collapsing expression – there was something fishy.
While the two exchanged silent glances, the agent was still stealing glances at them.
Initially, when he saw Roy, he was impressed by Roy's excellent physique. He had the height and the long legs, and from his silhouette, he was undoubtedly an outstanding handsome guy.
However, Roy seemed uninterested, but the girl accepted his business card. The agent shifted more attention to the girl.
A height of over 170 centimeters was enough for catwalks. Most importantly, her aura gave off the vibe of a noble lady with a touch of fashion. The agent couldn't describe it precisely; he just felt that this kind of person would gain many fans if they entered the entertainment industry.
However, what he hoped for didn't happen. Whether it was the handsome guy who ignored his business card or the beautiful girl who accepted it, neither said anything more. The girl even waved goodbye, while the man didn't even glance in his direction. Maybe he did, but it was hidden behind large sunglasses, making it impossible to see.
Seeing the two about to leave, the agent subconsciously wanted to catch up, only to be stopped again by the last bodyguard.
"Don't follow!" Coldly leaving this remark, the bodyguard turned and walked away.
The agent watched their retreating figures with a dumbfounded expression. "This one isn't bad either; he could play the antagonist boss in an action movie! Who are these people? Why are they all so outstanding?"