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First, he felt her encouragement and support, and second, he could emerge in the light with a new identity.

In the past, the organization was not strong enough, and exposing members’ identities could lead to retaliation. So everyone got used to hiding their identities.

Hiding their identities made it easier to carry out missions, just like ancient Shadow Agents, but they were always living in the dark.

He recalled Molly taking over the organization and hoping that one day, “W” could become so powerful that every member could stand proudly in the light and no longer live under a mask.

Since then, everyone has been working towards this goal.

If it hadn’t been for the incident with Michael Gallagher taking over the organization, they might not have had the courage to take this step.

The former “W” organization members were finally about to be exposed to the sunlight.

Harry hung up the phone, his eyes filled with radiance.

It was time to meet that person.

…

In a small alley in Capital City, several old courtyard houses stood closely together, simple and delicate.

Harry entered the alley and knocked on the door of a courtyard house.

“Who is it?” The old man’s voice was suspicious, and he opened the door, revealing himself wearing glasses.

The old man was holding a dumbbell in one hand and the other behind his back. Dressed in traditional Chinese short clothes, he seemed full of energy despite the winter chill.

“What are you doing here?” Upon seeing Harry, the old man’s face immediately fell, angrily tossing the dumbbell and attempting to close the door.

Harry hurriedly pressed his hand against the door frame, his beautiful eyes pleading for mercy, “Dad, I have something to tell you. Just give me one minute, just one.”

“One minute?” The old man scoffed, “You’re a superstar, time is money. Don’t bother talking to an old man like me. Go make movies, go be famous. I’ll pretend I never had you and don’t tell anyone I’m your father.”

“Dad!” Harry’s face gradually paled, his eyes filled with endurance and guilt, “I know you’re disappointed in me. You’re a top scientist in Orientopia, and you adopted me with hopes of making contributions to the country. But instead, I became a celebrity… I know you don’t want me to be a celebrity, thinking that I’ve lost face in seeking fame, wasting your efforts – but I have my reasons. I’m not just an actor, I also…”

“What else? Don’t tell me your celebrity identity is fake? That you became a celebrity to swallow humiliations for survival and are actually a nation’s undercover badass agent?” Albert Lambert jabbed at the door with his eyes full of pain. “When I first supported you, adopted you, it was because you were kind, ambitious, and promised to give back to society and the world. But now… you’ve gone acting, even acting in that kind of…”

Albert closed his eyes as if recalling some unbearable past, shuddering, and when he opened them, he was calm again.

“Leave.” Albert waved his hand dismissively, his eyes lifeless, “Don’t come back, or I’ll lose a few years of my life, and you can take that as filial piety.”

Harry’s eyes flashed with pain, his heart suddenly clenching.

As Albert turned away, Harry swallowed hard and finally spoke the words he’d been wanting to say, “I’m a member of the ‘W’ organization.”

Albert’s footsteps stopped.

“I joined the entertainment industry to help the organization build connections within it. I’m not just the actor you see, I have another identity.”

Hearing this, Albert stood with his back to Harry, his posture unwavering and not looking back.

He had high expectations for his adopted son, but the boy dropped his studies and chose to be a celebrity instead.

For a scholar like him, both money and fame meant little, only the eternal dream of ideals mattered.

He wanted Harry to inherit his academic legacy, but the boy went astray, becoming a celebrity of all things.

It wasn’t that he insisted on Harry being his successor, he just couldn’t accept that the person he had fostered with heart and soul chose a life of fame and fortune as a celebrity.

This made him unable to hold his head up in front of colleagues and friends.

“Tonight, I will appear as the ‘Big Boss’ at Capital City International Hotel, and there will be live streaming online. You can watch it on your cell phone,” Harry Lambert said in a deep voice. “I just want to tell you that all these years, I haven’t neglected my work, and I didn’t enter the entertainment industry to become famous. I did it for the organization and my other business.”

After Harry finished speaking, he took a plastic bag out of his backpack and hung it on the door handle.

With red eyes, Harry glanced at the familiar courtyard and left without looking back.

Albert Lambert opened the plastic bag but only found a document contract inside.

It was an employment contract signed between Harry and the “W” organization.

Seeing this contract, Albert’s hands trembled uncontrollably.

In an instant, tears of an old man flowed freely.

…

Reporters with cameras squatted at the entrance of Capital City International Hotel. Many luxury cars were parked nearby, and one big shot after another exited the vehicles.

There were celebrities from the entertainment industry and from the business world.

Without exception, they all came to attend the birthday party of the “Big Boss.”

The Big Boss had always been mysterious, but this time the message was unexpectedly released that he would be hosting a birthday party.

As the strongest capital in the entertainment industry, the Big Boss was the object of pursuit for everyone in the circle. Those who learned about the message scrambled to attend.

Scarlett Jackson stepped out of a red sports car, her long hair reaching her waist, and a white off-shoulder dress was wrapped around her by a large butterfly knot, making her figure appear delicate and sweet.

No sooner had she appeared than a bold reporter stretched a microphone in front of her.

“Miss Jackson, is it true that you wanted to bury and ban Olivia Sawyer, but failed?”

“Miss Jackson, it’s said that the capital behind Olivia Sawyer is the Big Boss, and your ban not only failed, but also elevated her to top-tier status. What do you think about this?”

Hearing these sharp questions from the reporters, Scarlett struggled to maintain her smile, but felt suffocated.

She clenched her fists, the beautiful nails biting into her palm, the sharp pain reminding her that she needed to endure.

But these reporters had no intention of letting her off the hook.

“Miss Jackson, by not commenting on these matters, does that mean they are true, and that silence is consent?”

Scarlett felt choked by her anger, almost vomiting blood.

“You shouldn’t ask her about this kind of thing. You should ask me.”

Olivia Sawyer took the initiative to take the reporters’ microphones, holding them like a bouquet of flowers, and walked towards Scarlett with long strides.

Today, she was wearing a black, jaw-dropping dress that revealed her sexy curves, with a thigh-high slit that allowed her long and fair legs to become a point of interest.

Olivia had always been beautiful, and in this black dress, she exuded the allure of black roses, a fatally seductive charm.

Seeing Olivia take the initiative to engage in conversation, reporters hesitated for a few seconds before quickly catching on.

Olivia openly provocating Scarlett indicated that the rumors of their discord were true!

One month ago, Olivia was just a third-tier actress, while Scarlett was one of the significant capitals in the entertainment industry.

In less than half a month, their positions had been reversed, and Olivia dared to openly mock Scarlett.

It was said that the Big Boss was behind Olivia, but who exactly was this mysterious figure?