The crowd’s cheer was defeaning. The moment the Star Search organizers announced the entrance of number fifty-four on stage, the crowd went crazy. His two previous showcases were lit, and today, there were even more guests, despite the slight hike in tickets. The organizers being the business people they were didn't hesitate to rip off their clients by taking advantage of his popularity. There have been many speculations on who the mysterious number fifty-four could be, and why he always wore a mask, unwilling to show his face. Some said he was the heir of a rich family, chasing his dreams and hiding from his billionaire parents who wanted him to join the family business. Others say he might be a veteran superstar’s son. Some others say he could be an underground musician. The instant Alvin came on stage, the spectators went crazy, waving banners and light sticks to cheer him on. He shut his eyes, taking deep breaths. ‘Yes, this is it. The stage is my home. Although it took me to

“You’ve gone crazy. If I do that, I’ll never be able to sing again, while you continue to release my songs and enjoy my sweat. Dream on. I’ll never do it.”Sonya chuckled.“Oh? The church rat is still dreaming of making it big as a star. You were born a penniless scum, and that’s what you’ll be forever.”The guards laughed as if they’d heard the funniest thing ever. Fred smiled, a condescending glint in his eyes, exuding infinite arrogance. “My JC Entertainment will never let you go anywhere. Bring the music sheets and recordings tomorrow—this place, same time. Otherwise, hmph.”“Just kill me then. Once is enough. I won’t let you profit off me again.”Alvin pushed himself to a standing position, his eyes defiant as he stared back at them.“You lack talent and are mediocre. You only rely on your family’s connections to kill and bully others. Hard work is one thing you’ll never subject yourself to. You want things already made, to enjoy the fruits of others’ labor. Admit it—you’re not

Alvin kept looking at the boy before him. Despite the little smile on his face, he was damn serious. The glint in his eyes showed that he wasn't joking. Alvin corked an eye brow, matching his stare. “Little cutie, threats don't work on me. I'm really interested to see how messy you can make it get.”Rex shrugged. “Alright. Let's do this shit.”He picked up his phone and dialed a number. Alvin snatched the phone from him, ending the call. “Hey, you, motorcycle snatcher. Have you turned to a phone snatcher too? If you dent my precious phone…hmm.”Alvin smirked, turning the phone around to get a better look. “How much is it?”“More than your wildest imagination.”“Come on, it's just a phone. No matter how expensive it is, and the level of customization, it can't be more than a million dollars.”The scowl on Rex's face had Alvin shoving the phone back to him. “Why are you being too serious?”Rex looked at Alvin up and down. “You know you're a freak, right? Despite the beating you r

Alvin stared at Rex for a full minute, watching his face for the tiniest bit of expression. “You got it wrong. I'm a musician. You remember that my songs were the reason they did that to me.” Rex frowned. “Are you number fifty-four?” Alvin pulled back, his eyes filled with shock. “How did you know? I thought you didn't have time to watch that kind of thing.” “I didn't, but number fifty-four had the entire internet buzzing and flaming.” Rex grinned, showing his full teeth. “A talent, they say comes out once every thousand years.” “I didn't realize I was so popular. Even the Dominus young terror came to watch me.” Rex scoffed. “I only saw your videos because the boys played it at the longue while discussing the show. I'm not deaf and blind. I wondered who the pathetic little thing hiding behind a mask was. Who knew it was a criminal motorcycle snatcher?” “Stop saying that. What if others hear you? What will happen to my reputation and credibility as a musician?” “I guess you

The little movement caused a friction between their lips, sending a zap of electricity through their body. Simultaneously, an overwhelming urge to taste each other's lips overwhelmed them, pressing them down and keeping them chained to each other. Murong Wuque shut his eyes and bit down on his tongue, returning clarity to his mind. He forcefully pushed himself up and staggered backwards, leaving the stunned Alvin on the floor. Alvin gasped out, as if a heavy weight was removed from his chest. He looked at Murong Wuque standing a few meters away. He was staring at Alvin, his face cold as always, but with a slightly scared light in his controlled eyes. Murong Wuque had been wearing only a towel instead of a bathrobe, because he assumed that he was the only person in the room. Alvin was equally dressed in a flimsy silk under wear that left nothing to the imagination, on his way to take a bath. Murong Wuque’s eyes ran over him, taking note of the gauze and injuries on his b