"Ah..." Andrew felt his heart drop to his stomach. He kept his eyes on Noah's retreating back to avoid reflexively glancing at the host manager. "Uhh..."
The arm around Andrew's shoulder tightened. "What's wrong, our dear idol?"
"The...the truth is..." Andrew tried not to gulp, hoping the manager didn't hear his drumming heartbeat.
Could he really do this? He did want to be an actor to extend his career path, but it wasn't like he had an excellent acting ability--especially not in a situation full of tension like this. Would it be better if he just came clean and asked these people to spare him?
"Senior Noah..." Andrew gulped very carefully, dropping his voice into a whisper. "I brought him here to impress him."
Ah, screw it! Ahn Noah was right--there were scarier people out there than a bunch of gangsters selling drugs to celebrities.
"Oh?" the manager raised his brow, pulling away slightly. "Are you planning to go into acting?"
