I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 41: Chapter 40: What the Hell is This

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Seeing Harrison Clark still standing in the middle of the road, spacing out, Sophia Camp pulled at his hand with a bit more force.

Harrison followed Sophia and moved to the side.

Linden Brown in the crowd up ahead had noticed Harrison early on and felt a little uneasy.

He was really afraid that Harrison would play a trick on him at this moment.

If Harrison exposed Linden’s scheming against celebrities in front of this large crowd, it was uncertain what Jenny Hart would think.

Linden was well aware of how much effort the big boss had put into inviting this spokesperson.

The company was about to launch a key strategy soon, relying heavily on the popularity and social recognition of celebrities.

However, seeing Harrison following Sophia to the side, Linden’s anxiety lifted a little.

It seemed that the boss’s appeasing tactics had taken effect; Harrison was satisfied with the company’s compensation, so he didn’t plan to block the procession like a troublemaker from ancient times.

At this moment, Harrison had no interest in what Linden was thinking. He was just trying hard to find the figure of who should be Jenny Hart in the crowded scene.

Considering selling Deep in the Night, a rock-style song, to her, Harrison had previously studied singer Jenny Hart.

Jenny Hart might be the most suitable person to sing “Deep in the Night”, other than Carrie Thomas herself.

As a late bloomer with a powerful voice, Jenny Hart’s slightly hoarse smoking vocals were unique among female singers, extremely explosive, with a long and lingering breath, especially suited for singing rock songs.

Harrison sold songs for money, but he also hoped that each song could achieve decent results.

In the early stage, if each song he brought out succeeded, then even if his reputation wasn’t significant among ordinary people, he would gradually become a golden sign in the industry.

By then, he wouldn’t have to use Carrie Thomas’s masterpieces. Even Leang Yuan’s songs or slightly inferior pop songs would sell well.

So even if he sold “Deep in the Night” to someone else, Harrison would still be responsible for the work.

Finally, as the crowd gradually approached, Harrison caught a glimpse of Jenny Hart herself among them.

She wasn’t tall and had a slightly round face with short, puffy hair and light makeup.

In terms of appearance, Jenny Hart’s attractiveness was far less striking than Avril Green’s and Carrie Thomas’, but she wasn’t bad-looking either.

Paired with her black vest, she easily stood out as the center of attention in the crowd.

Perhaps this was the aura of a true star.

At the same time Harrison was looking at Jenny Hart, Adam Martin, who was in the crowd, had been casually chatting with a senior executive from Chesterton Apartment.

Adam was about 6-foot-l, quite tall, so his field of vision was better than most people’s.

But at this moment, his conversation with the Chesterton Apartment executive was a bit heavy, making him feel a little distracted.

After both parties had settled on the basic terms, as Jenny Hart’s agent, Adam discovered that the company’s upcoming financial path involved not a small amount of risk.

However, since both parties had already signed a contract by that time, canceling would mean he and Jenny Hart would have to pay a penalty.

Though not a huge sum, it was still a considerable amount of money.

For various reasons, Adam was not in the right state of mind that day, and so, while talking to people, his gaze involuntarily wandered around the crowd.

One moment his face turned to the left; the next, it turned to the right.

Suddenly, Adam sharply turned his gaze to one side, and his previously scattered focus sharpened.

He rubbed his eyes.

Ignoring the Chesterton Apartment executive beside him, Adam squeezed through the crowd, repeatedly apologizing.

The worries in his mind disappeared, replaced by a sudden excitement in his eyes.

Actually, at this point, Harrison had noticed Adam coming over.

Harrison was a little surprised.

He originally planned to find another appropriate opportunity to talk to Adam privately, then gradually discuss the details.

He had two things to discuss with Adam: the sale of the song and the composition of the fees for this endorsement event.

Harrison also thought that even if Adam recognized him, the endorsement work should be the priority in this public situation.

But clearly, Harrison underestimated his current status in Adam’s heart.

“Mr. Clark, what are you doing here?”

Adam’s joy was genuine, written all over his face.

Still talking, he enthusiastically reached out his hand, not knowing if he wanted to shake Harrison’s hand or grab it.

Harrison felt a tingling on his scalp at Adam’s over-familiarity and hugged the box of supplies in his arms without any change in expression.

“Mr. Martin, you…”

Before Harrison could think of what to say, the Chesterton Apartment executive who had been talking with Adam earlier leaned in from the side with a curious question.

Harrison Clark knew this person, the second-in-command of the company’s board of directors, the vice president, who was usually addressed by everyone as Mr. Foster.

Adam Martin’s eyes shifted, saying, “Harrison is my friend. This time when we came to Oxfordshire, apart from your company’s commercial performance, I originally intended to visit Harrison, but I didn’t expect to meet him here.” “Friend?” Mr. Foster looked at Harrison Clark with doubt, “Mr. Clark is an employee of our company? Which department?”

Harrison shrugged, “I was yesterday, but not starting today. Mr. Martin, the timing is not good today, I have to go, I will talk to you later about the things I promised you before.”

Harrison originally wanted to try to dig out some information privately, and then covertly stab both Linden Brown and David Mitchell.

But now, in this situation, under the public eye, he wasn’t too comfortable.

He had barely spoken a few words, and he was almost showing off too much.

Not to mention the other employees of the company, even Jenny Hart and the chairman of the board had stopped talking and visiting, focusing their attention on him.

He wanted to leave, but Adam Martin wouldn’t let him go so easily.

Last time, Harrison promised Bella Ross over the phone that he would not pursue the matter further, and would make a demo of the new song for them. It has been a long time since then, but there has been no news.

If the song “Boring” had not become popular, Adam Martin and Jenny Hart might not have cared too much.

But now, with a pearl in front of them, the two people knew what level of work and creative people they had missed out on.

They were so regretful that their intestines turned green.

As a professional agent, Adam Martin would never make the same mistake twice.

“Harrison, don’t leave just yet. Let’s go downstairs to a cafe and have a good chat first.”

Adam grabbed Harrison’s hand.

Harrison shivered all over, his inner heart roaring.

Let go! Let go of me!

But his face was calm, and with great difficulty, he managed to politely and decently break free from Adam’s control.

Bella Ross was right, this guy was too good at reading people’s intentions. Now, he was overly enthusiastic!

“Don’t you have something to do?”

Harrison looked around and asked knowingly.

Adam first whispered to Jenny Hart, then instructed the girl next to him, “Dunbar, I’m going to chat with Mr. Clark. Help Jenny out here.”

After that, Adam said his apologies to the senior executives of Chesterton Apartment and invited Harrison to go out with him.

Harrison couldn’t stand his touchy-feely behavior and had already taken the initiative to slip out of the crowd and walk quickly towards the entrance.

Adam followed closely behind, and even a blind man could see that he seemed to be trying to please Harrison!

At this time, Jenny Hart shouldn’t have taken a stand, but she couldn’t help it, “Adam, you accompany Mr. Clark first! I’ll come down later and join the conversation.”

Adam turned back and made an OK gesture.

Jenny then apologized to the chairman of Chesterton Apartment, Heery George, “I’m sorry, Mr. George, we’ll speed up a bit. I’ll need about an hour to deal with some private matters before noon.”

She checked her watch, “I will be at the commercial performance venue by one o’clock in the afternoon.”

Jenny Hart’s words caused an uproar among the audience.

What the hell!

Today’s schedule was already arranged!

We asked you to be our spokesperson, and we paid for it!

Without warning, you’re ditching your sponsors? Really manly?

Mr. George from Chesterton Apartment was slightly upset, “Ms. Hart, we’re in the middle of official business.”

But Jenny, neither humble nor arrogant, said, “Mr. Clark’s matter is important to me. If your company doesn’t even give me this convenience, we can consider terminating the endorsement contract.”

Before, she and Adam had some reservations about the endorsement after hearing Chesterton Apartment’s financial planning.

Now, after weighing both sides, it was certainly more important to repair her relationship with Harrison Clark and get a new song of the same level as “Boring” from him for her star journey!

Only someone like her, who had accumulated a lot of experience, could understand the jealousy and resentment that comes with seeing someone else suddenly rise to fame.

Although she was a bit popular now, she could lose it at any moment.

But with a representative work that could be sung worldwide, she wouldn’t have to worry about losing her popularity for at least ten years!

No one expected her to be so decisive.

Linden Brown, who had been eavesdropping on everyone’s conversation the whole time, felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet to his head.

What the hell!

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