"The superstar has arrived!"
The crowd surged like a tide toward the entrance, and Vera Wave and Merlin Bradley were swept along with them.
Vera Wave raised her head curiously and saw security guards hastily blocking the crowd. Meanwhile, a convoy of black cars quickly passed through the swarm of people, driving into the Film Studio's gates.
The car windows were tightly shut. Through the glass, Vera Wave couldn't even distinguish whether the person inside was male or female, let alone recognize who they were.
Merlin Bradley seemed very excited. After pushing her way out of the crowd with Vera Wave, she kept looking in the direction the convoy had left, saying, "I wonder who it is. They've got quite an entourage."
"Whoever it is," Vera Wave said, pulling out her phone to find a number. "We should focus on our work now."
She found Daffa Perkin's number in her phone contacts and immediately dialed him.
