Traversing through time to find you - Chapter 120

(Michelle POV)

I was still having a wonderful dream where Anthony and I were spending vacation in some tropical island, having the time of our lives, and drinking coconut juice from its shell when suddenly, I heard my cellphone ringing.

Who could be calling me when it’s clearly a Sunday? Ugh. Ignore it. But then again, what if it’s Anthony calling me to greet me good morning? Having that thought, I quickly reached for phone. Eh? Andy? I checked the time. It was 8:30 am. Why was he calling this early?

Anyhow since I was already up, I pressed the answer button. “Hello?” I greeted.

“Good morning, Michelle. I’m on the way to the studio now, how about you?” Andy asked.

‘Huh? Why was he telling me that?’ I wondered. Until I suddenly recalled that I’m supposed to attend his interview and we agreed to see each other there by 9:00am so he can give me backdoor access and somewhat a tour. ‘Shit.’

“Ah! So sorry! I did not hear my alarm clock ringing and… huhu. I can get there during your interview, but I will be running a little late.” I excused. Well, what to say? It’s not like I can tell him that I completely forgot about it.

“Oh… it’s alright. No need to rush. Just give me a call and I’ll let my assistant fetch you when you arrive so that you can have backdoor access to the studio. My interview ends at 11:00am, I can give you a tour after, then perhaps we can have lunch together?” Andy suggested.

“Ok, it’s on me! So sorry for the tardiness. I’ll start getting ready now. Bye!” I told him.

“No problem, see you later then.” Andy replied then we hanged up.

Aish! Honestly, I’m a bit lazy, I don’t want to go to the studio anymore, but this is for friendship. Besides, my youtuber dream is on the line here!

Thus, I quickly stood from the bed, went to my bathroom, and started taking a hot shower. As I washed my body, I saw some of the love marks Anthony left. I traced those I can see with my fingers as I reminisced everything that transpired in the hotel room yesterday. I smiled thinking that the money spent for the room was not in vain. We had 2 rounds of intense lovemaking and had our in-room dinner in between. What else could I ask for? (Except for sleeping together and waking up next to him the day after…).

Then, when it was time for us to part ways, he considerately walked me to my car and even asked me to text him once I arrived home! Of course, I did so and I thought we would be texting for a long time. Sadly, maybe he was tired for the day so we only exchanged 2 messages where he told me that he’s glad that I’m back home safe, and that I should rest and sleep early.

Unlike him, I was not able to sleep right away. I kept on thinking about our possible future and planned how I can enrich myself to be worthy of the title, Mrs. Anthony Ren! It’s not that I’m belittling myself but come on. The Korean dramas we all watch in the TV have some basis.

Anthony was the only son of the Ren corporation and although my family’s doing really well, I don’t have the disillusionment that his family would just accept me immediately. There’s a huge disparity between being part of the exclusive 8 and not.

To be part of the exclusive 8 wasn’t only about money. In a country as big as ours, there were a lot of rich people but only a few can boast to have noble blood and money.

Anyhow, me as the daughter of the Lui’s, our lineage wasn’t all that grand in comparison. We have money, but in comparison to Anthony’s family assets, it can only be considered as a pinky finger. So, I kept on thinking on how to impress my future-in-laws.

So, I decided, I must really do well and have some achievements of my own before he introduces me to his parents. First, I must graduate with honors, even just dean’s list is ok. Second, I must earn a lot of money in the stock market. Maybe they would give me interviews and I will become a speaker or something? Like maybe I will be the female version of wolf of wall street, but I won’t be scamming people, they will just idolize me. haha! What? one can dream! Third, I can be an influencer. Being one would increase my value. So, there’s my plan to be a youtuber. It’s not like the actors and actresses, but it would be nice, don’t know but I’m open to it! of course if Anthony does not like it, I can just drop it.

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When I finished preparing myself and was ready to leave, the time was already 9:20. The studio was only about half an hour away from our house, so I was not rushing any longer.

Downstairs, I saw my parents having breakfast, they invited me to join them, but I told them that I was already late, so I had to go. My papa reminded me to come home earlier while my mama just gave me a wink. The other day, I told them the truth that Andy invited me to watch his interview, though I did add a white lie by saying that he also invited some of our friends. Honestly, there’s nothing to be guilty of, my papa was just overprotective that’s why I needed to add that.

Anyway, with Mr. Matt driving the car, we went to the studio. On the way there, I received a call from Andy. He asked my car’s plate number so that we can enter the building smoothly. He also told me that he has already assigned his aid to assist me upon arrival.

Thus, when my car arrived at the gates of the studio, the security let us in easily and directed us to the backdoor entrance. Stepping down from my car, waiting for me was Andy’s aid. He greeted me politely, introduced himself as Renz, and led me inside.

Since we went through the backdoor, I saw that there were other artists that day. Some faces looked familiar, either from the future or from Andy’s birthday party. I felt them throwing curious glances at me which admittedly made me feel a bit conscious, but I pretended to be oblivious to them.

Finally, Renz stopped walking and from where we were standing, I saw that Andy was already seated in front of the host. I heard the host ask him a question and just as he opened his mouth to answer, the venue was suddenly filled with girls shouting calling his name like a mantra. He stopped whatever he was to say, then waved and smiled at the audience. Truly, he was made to be the nation’s husband. He was only wearing a white shirt, ripped jeans which we shopped and the scarf I gave him on his birthday but deym, was he fine.

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TBC