A significant number of them were willing to linger in herpany, their curiosity piqued by the prospect of meeting the enigmatic benefactor. This was the man who had transformed Getty''s career into a veritable goldmine,pelling even A-list stars to orbit her as supporting roles.


    In the ruthless world of show business, sess seldom arrived without the propulsion of a benefactor. Every rising star had at least one, but a benefactor whomanded both respect and fear was a rare phenomenon that intrigued everyone. They were all eager to see if this mysterious patron was merely another corpulent, aging man, ripe for mockery.


    As they engaged in casual conversation, a sleek Maybach made its entrance, gliding to a smooth halt in front of Getty.


    The chatter abruptly ceased, and every eye widened in anticipation, riveted on the car, eager to catch a glimpse of the emerging passenger.


    In due course, the passenger door swung open, and a man, cloaked in a ck coat, stepped out. His tall figure cut an imposing silhouette against the night sky.


    Getty''s face brightened with joy, and she trotted over to him, eximing, "Alexander!"


    As he turned around, his sharply defined features were revealed under the cloak of night. His indifferent eyes were chilling in their detachment, as if surveying the mere mortals beneath his gaze.


    The women could no longer conceal their envy or amusement.


    Many had seen this face before - on television, in newspapers, or at high-profile business gs.


    Alexander, a legendary figure in the business world, maintained a distance from the glitzy realm of celebrities. They might have known of him, but none dared to approach him.


    However, his reputation was well-known, particrly among the elite circles they themselves frequented. It was him!


    Getty''s mysterious patron was none other than Alexander!


    Eager to unt her connection, Getty looped her arm through Alexander''s and inquired, "You drove here yourself? How long did it take?" Alexander, ying along perfectly, wrapped his arm around her waist in response, "Just a couple of hours. Have you been waiting long?" "Not too bad, I dressed warmly, but my hands are a bit cold."


    Alexander took her hands in his, "Let''s get in the car."


    Radiating happiness, Getty nodded and snuggled closer into his embrace.


    They entered the car amidst the envious stares of the women left shivering in the cold breeze, each glimpsing jealousy in the other''s eyes.


    Inside the warm car, Getty could barely contain her excitement.


    "Alexander, you have no idea. They were just saying that the man behind me was an old and ugly guy, maybe even balding - I was so annoyed! But did you see their faces when you showed up? Hrious! They got just what they deserved for waiting around to mock me. Now, let''s see if they dare gossip about me behind my back again!"


    As Getty chattered on beside him, Alexander drove with a faint smile on his lips, appearing utterly indulgent.


    "Hey, why are you so quiet? Don''t you feel a bit relieved?" she prodded him.


    "Relieved? I''ve been behind the wheel for two hours already, and I''ve got another two hours on the road when we head back. You think that''s relieving?" Alexander retorted.


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    Hearing that, Getty justughed harder, "That means you love me, darling. I appreciate it, you know!"


    Alexander responded with an enigmatic chuckle.


    Then Getty, with a sly glint in her eye, suggested, "You must be exhausted from the drive. How about we just check into a hotel and not go back tonight?"


    She looked at him expectantly.


    "Sure, I can book one for you," he replied.


    At those words, Getty''s face fell instantly. "What do you mean ''book one for me''? Aren''t you staying?"Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    "I have to get back for work tomorrow, no time to spare."


    "Lies, is it really because of work?" Getty''s smile had vanished now as she fixed her gaze on Alexander, a hint of anger creeping across her face. "I''ve told you before, I don''t expect anything from you. Why can''t you just " "Getty," Alexander cut her off before she could continue.