Hell's Actor-Chapter 66: Rockstar from Hell

A few weeks later.

"Yeah, where are you?"

Peter Kang was on a call with Averie.

"I’ll be there in five minutes."

Peter looked around.

He was in a luxury hotel lobby decorated with shining extravagance, surrounded by celebrities and rich people.

It was the venue for a big charity event, and the entire cast of Binsfeld’s Seven Princes of Hell was invited, Averie included.

"Okay, be quick. They want to see you. We can’t squeeze them of every coin they have if you are not here."

"I know. I will be there."

If someone were to overhear the conversation, they would think that the two were extremely passionate about charity.

But that was not so.

They just wanted the rich to lose some of their generational wealth. Appearing saintly while doing so was just a bonus.

Unlike them, Su-Jin James, In-Su Kim, and Raymond Lee really did care about the cause.

Do-Yun Park was only there for the food. His role as Beelzebub had put him in a bad habit of constantly eating.

John Strom was neutral to all this.

"What did he say?" Su-Jin James asked.

"He is coming. Seemed like he was in his car."

Peter Kang had a bad feeling about it.

"He was laughing."

"Well, he is happy; that’s good."

"No, it was more of an evil laugh."

The two were waiting at the entrance of the hotel lobby when suddenly a commotion broke at the entrance.

At the gate that was being closed by security guards, a crowd was screaming in elation.

A Jaguar XJ6 had just entered. It parked at the port-cochere.

The door opened, and a man stepped out.

"What the hell has he done...?" Peter muttered.

Averie Quinn Auclair, having completely abandoned his previous style, stood there.

He was dressed in a black silk shirt, a tight black vest, black dress pants, a large black belt, and a black trench coat.

Even though it was a formal event, he did not wear a suit.

To everyone’s surprise, he had grown his hair longer. His ears were pierced, and his nails were painted black.

He wore a number of silver rings on his fingers, and silver chains hung from his neck.

Only one of his hands was gloved.

The best way to describe his style was a mix of gentlemanly black, showman’s cool, and modern rock.

It was a mix of elegance and impact.

Averie flashed a subtle smile.

’Yeah, now I look like a douchebag.’

His bright, burning eyes were paired with black and maroon eyeliners. They seemed to contradict his chic and dour attire.

There was strength, gravity, and charisma in that look.

He looked like something in between an actor, a model, and a rockstar.

The media and fashionistas present at the event were practically drooling while looking at him. The man was going to put food on some journalist’s table.

"Damn..." one of the organizers muttered.

She was an old woman, but she hadn’t lost her ability to appreciate the chic and sexy.

"Who’s the boy?" she asked her attendant.

"He is currently one of the hottest actors in the country."

She informed the old lady about all that she could find about Averie.

"Is he now?" The old woman looked interested. "Show me his work later."

She was Sofia Monet, a French actress, model, and entrepreneur.

She hadn’t taken up work in years, but looking at Averie, she felt that inspiration flare.

Peter approached Averie while everyone else was busy taking pictures and videos.

"Dude, you are an actor, not an idol or a rockstar. What actor dresses like that?"

Averie smirked.

"Jealous?"

Peter Kang clicked his tongue.

"You should have told me about it. Now, it looks like only you understand style. Man, I feel overshadowed."

He sighed as Raymond Lee and John Strom joined them.

"Anything else you pierced that I should know about?" he asked.

Averie giggled.

He wanted to make a crude joke, but that did not seem appropriate with so many eyes on him.

"I got a tattoo on my chest."

"What is it?"

"Just P."

"Just pee?" He scrunched his face. "That’s nasty, man. You are kinky. You want them to pee on your chest? Have some decency, dude. You could use a bowl; why your chest? Hey, you know what, your mouth—"

Raymond Lee held his lips shut.

"That’s enough from you." He gave Averie a nod of appreciation. "My thoughts aside, the ladies here are already losing it because of you. This will help the charity. Just go around and talk to them a little."

"Just say something like, ’I appreciate your generosity.’ That should do it." John Strom whispered. "They will donate their kidneys if it’s you who’s asking. We are too old for charming ladies now."

Averie nodded and walked towards Su-Jin James.

He recalled the days he, Hyerin, and Min-Ha spent working on his looks.

He had to rely on Min-Ha and one of her friends to pierce his ears as they wanted to keep his changed look a secret.

He wasn’t entirely sure about it, but the style did feel like it resonated with his spirit.

It was bold and devilish.

Min-Ha insisted that all black was the way to go. It suited both his personality and looks.

"It will also present you as a precious luxury of an actor—someone who only stars in the best of the best works. It’s a little reminiscent of Asmodeus Binsfeld, but it is different enough that it looks original."

She had insisted on growing his hair.

"Your white shirt and dress pants have become too popular. You can’t look like everyone else. We need to keep it changing."

The bad boy look suited him well.

It was the best representation of who he was—a bold and unapologetic actor.

’Good thing that girl resigned right away to join us.’

Before Averie could reach Su-Jin, a woman in her late forties held him by the arm.

"Why, hello."

She looked rich.

"You are looking extremely scintillating today, Mr. Auclair." She ran a hand over his shoulder. "Nice fabric."

Averie had never felt so harassed in his entire life. This experience paled in comparison to when he was hit in the face with some fan’s underwear.

"I could get you something nicer." The woman whispered in his ear. "I could get you a lot of things. What do you say? Would you like to come with me tonight?"

Averie had half a mind to dig her a grave right there.

Instead, he smiled, drawing closer to her.

"I am costly."

"I am rich."

"Prove it."

"Look at me."

The woman was being weighed down by diamonds and pearls.

"Not enough."

"What do you suggest, then?"

"Become the highest contributor today." He grinned diabolically. "It will also prove your character."

"Fine, but you will have to work hard tonight."

"Yes, mam."

’In your dreams.’

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