Following Lamplighter’s retirement ceremony.
The Vought Corporation’s new shareholders’ meeting arrived right on schedule.
But unlike previous years, this shareholders’ meeting wasn’t just about introducing the year’s many profits and plans.
It was also the screen debut of The Seven’s newest member, Starlight.
“Mom, I’m a little nervous.”
In front of the Vought Building, a steady black sedan rolled slowly to a stop.
Outside, a crowd of reporters had long been standing at the ready with their long lenses and short ones alike, all wanting to be the first to get information on this new hero.
And inside the car, dressed in a white combat suit and sporting a head of beautiful blonde hair, Starlight—Annie January—looked at the scene outside, gripped her mother’s hand tightly, and spoke softly.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.
You’ve prepared for this day for so many years, haven’t you?”
Starlight’s mother, Donna January, had also dressed to the nines today.
In her eyes, this was the most important day in her daughter’s life—even something like a wedding would have to take a back seat.
So she’d gotten up at the crack of dawn to wash and dress up.
From her hair on top to the accessories on her shoes below, even every single strand of hair had been meticulously arranged.
After cultivating Starlight for so many years, today was the day she, as a mother, would show the world the fruits of her labor.
“And I heard it was Homelander who made the final call to choose you.
It seems his impression of you is pretty good.”
“Once you join The Seven, you should get in contact with Homelander more.
Right now he’s the most popular of all the superheroes—if he’s willing to look out for you, you’ll definitely be able to catch up quickly.”
“And after you’ve gotten to know him, if you think he’s a good match, you might even consider the possibility of being together…”
Donna prattled on and on, from how to latch onto the right coattails, to how to get along with colleagues, to needing to be wary of Queen Maeve since she was a woman too, and so on and so forth.
A whole string of advice from an elder kept being instilled into Starlight.
Already nervous to begin with, Starlight listened to her old mother’s chatter, and not only did it fail to ease her in the slightest, it actually made things worse.
But the car Vought Corporation had arranged wouldn’t wait around for her mood.
The sedan came to a slow stop in front of the throng of reporters.
The driver got out and pulled open the door for Starlight.
In an instant, the clattering sound of shutters and the flash of cameras came crashing down overwhelmingly from all directions.
It was like a storm, dazzling Starlight so badly she could barely keep her eyes open, leaving her movements stiff for a moment.
Luckily, Donna gave her a push from behind, and Starlight quickly snapped out of it.
A professionally trained business smile rose to her face as she stepped out of the car and onto the red carpet.
“So this is the rookie you picked, hmm?”
The lounge.
Maeve and Alex stood by the window, looking down at everything below.
“Looks pretty good, doesn’t she?”
“It seems I still know too little about you.
I never imagined you’d actually be into this type.”
Queen Maeve held a cigarette between her fingers as she spoke with deep meaning.
“If you’re willing, it’s not too late to start now.”
“I didn’t say that.”
Queen Maeve exhaled a cloud of smoke.
“You should save these words for those little girls.”
“Maybe, just like you said, I should give it a try.”
Alex shrugged, speaking with indifference.
Under any other circumstances, he definitely wouldn’t have said something like that.
After all, it would make him seem rather low in emotional intelligence.
But before this, he had already reestablished his persona—a man who barely had any moral compass to speak of.
Expecting him to have any achievements in the realm of romance was simply impossible.
A scumbag—an out-and-out, shameless scumbag, and that was that.
Now that he’d become Homelander, the idea of Alex hanging himself on a single tree was absolutely out of the question.
“Heh.”
Queen Maeve let out a soft scoff and said nothing more.
“Do you want to come down and take a look together?”
“Not interested.
It’s all the same boring stuff over and over anyway.”
Queen Maeve flatly turned down his invitation.
“Suit yourself.”
Alex left the lounge, got into the elevator, and headed downstairs.
He didn’t plan on making an appearance at the shareholders’ meeting; he just wanted to go take a look.
After all, there was still a hero’s debut story waiting for him.
Heading all the way down from the lounge.
He soon arrived at the backstage of the venue.
“Mr.
Homelander, didn’t you say you weren’t attending this shareholders’ meeting…”
Ashley, who was directing the others as they bustled about with their hands full, was quite surprised when she saw Alex.
“I’m just here to take a look.
Carry on.”
Alex waved his hand as he spoke, signaling Ashley not to mind him.
Ashley was full of confusion, but right now she was far too busy to spare the time to ask anything more.
Soon the shareholders’ meeting began.
There was no difference from the original work—Madelyn stood on stage and talked about the group’s future direction, as well as the achievements made in various fields.
Then came The Deep’s entrance, introducing The Seven’s new member, Starlight.
Watching Starlight on stage, her smile radiant and her eyes full of longing for the future, Alex smiled and turned to leave.
“This is our meeting room.
We can monitor a fleeing criminal’s license plate from six hundred thousand meters up in the sky…”
In The Seven’s meeting room, The Deep stood with his hands behind his back, a few traces of smugness in his tone as he introduced things to Starlight.
“This…
this really is just too cool.”
Starlight gazed at everything around her, her eyes full of excitement, and even her voice unconsciously carried a faint, barely perceptible catch in it.
It had been so hard.
For this day, she had truly endured so much.
From childhood to now, every single day she had been striving to be able to come here.
And now, she had finally come to stand here, fulfilling the dream she’d held all along—working alongside the superheroes she idolized, fighting crime.
At the thought of this, her heart couldn’t help but race, pounding wildly.
“I can understand how you feel, so why don’t you give this a try.”
The Deep said with a smile, reaching out to turn around a chair positioned at the very head of the pointed long table.
This chair was no different from the other six—they were all the same style.
It was just.
Its position already revealed how it stood apart from the rest.
“Is this…
Homelander’s chair?”
Starlight said excitedly, half-covering her mouth.
“Come on, give it a try.
It might give you a brand-new feeling.”
“No, no, no, no, I can’t…”
Starlight waved her hands again and again, declining The Deep’s kind offer.
“Sorry, I’m just too excited.”
Starlight patted her own chest, the fullness beneath her combat suit trembling for a moment.
“Is it because you can get up close to your idol Homelander’s chair that you’re acting like this?”
The Deep shrugged, saying with some amusement.
“No, actually it’s not.
Compared to Homelander, who’s like Jesus, my idol is actually you…”
Saying something like this in front of her own idol, Starlight was quite embarrassed, and instinctively turned her gaze toward the window.
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