Actor in Hollywood

It wasn't just the Chanel show; the entire Paris Fashion Week was left in shock and disbelief. Even seeing it with their own eyes, people still couldn't believe it.

Anson actually altered Karl's design—unbelievable!

And to do it at a Chanel fashion show, right after Karl had made the unprecedented move of extending a personal invitation. Anson's actions were nothing short of a slap in the face.

So, was this sheer audacity or sheer stupidity? Wasn't this basically crashing the event? Everyone knows that a pretty face doesn't equate to a smart brain, but what was going on in Anson's empty head? What was he expecting? That Karl would just smile and applaud?

Yeah, right.

Anyone could figure it out:

This wouldn't end well.

Even Anna wouldn't dare to casually change Karl's designs.

Why?

Because Karl's enduring success in the industry is built on skill. His reputation was honed through countless tests over the years. And now Anson was showing off in front of a master?

Ridiculous.

For a moment, no one knew how to properly look at Anson. If it was arrogance, Karl hadn't even started pampering Anson yet. If it was a surprise tactic, how did an outsider like Anson come up with such a bizarre and utterly foolish strategy?

So, who gave Anson the courage?

Envy, jealousy, and hostility were all directed at Anson, mixed with schadenfreude and anxiety. The onlookers were stunned by the disaster unfolding before their eyes, more shocked than if they had witnessed a bloodbath.

Following behind him into the venue, Edgar and Eddie also saw the scene and froze in place. No matter what they had been thinking before, standing in front of Karl now made their legs weak, knees trembling.

Even Anna fell silent.

Appreciating Anson was one thing, but offending Karl for Anson was another. Anna and Karl, both giants in their fields, had mutual respect for each other's professionalism. She wouldn't undermine Karl before he made his opinion known—especially not on Chanel's day.

The tension simmered between Anson and Karl.

Honestly, even Anson felt a bit nervous.

This look was something Karl never came up with, since Karl had unfortunately passed away in 2019. But here it was, two decades ahead of its time.

Anson couldn't be sure of Karl's reaction.

But.

Anson knew what he was doing. He had thought it through back at the hotel when he made his choice. Now, it was time to face the consequences. No matter the outcome, this was his decision, and he was ready to accept whatever came.

Confident, calm, composed.

Anson met Karl's gaze, subtly shielding Eddie behind him.

He wasn't worried about being blacklisted by Karl—he could always go back to Hollywood and keep making blockbuster films. But Eddie couldn't afford that; Eddie's fashion career in Paris was just beginning.

Without a word, Anson straightened up slightly, exuding an aura of invincibility.

Karl paused for a moment, just a brief instant, as he carefully and thoroughly assessed Anson. The air felt thick, freezing the atmosphere as if they had all entered the Arctic Circle in winter.

"I like it."

Karl finally spoke.

A single, concise sentence, but it rippled through the crowd, shocking everyone.

All eyes turned to Anson in disbelief.

Wait, what just happened?

People exchanged confused glances, their minds struggling to catch up.

What did Karl say?

He liked it?

No way.

No way!

The entire room fell silent.

The shock was so overwhelming that no one could even gasp. The whole world went quiet as their minds went blank.

And as for the ones responsible for it all—Karl and Anson—they seemed much more at ease.

Karl, in a rare show of approval, gave a slight nod. "You're the first person to ever modify one of my designs." His smile widened. "Nicely done. Anna mentioned that last time you said something about fashion, that clothes are just pieces of fabric until someone wears them?"

Does Karl like it when others modify his designs?

No, of course not.

Karl himself is a designer, and if someone changes his design, it's usually a sign of dissatisfaction, which Karl would never appreciate.

But this time was different.

From Dior's runway to casual chats with Anna, Karl had gathered a sketch of Anson—a new perspective that made Karl reassess his own work.

This curiosity was the very reason Karl had invited Anson to the Chanel show in the first place.

Seeing Anson today, Karl's creativity was sparked. He truly understood the meaning behind what Anson had said to Anna—clothes are just pieces of fabric until they're given a soul by the person wearing them. People's pursuit of fashion and trends is often a pursuit of a lifestyle or a persona.

Anson standing before him was a perfect embodiment of this idea.

It wasn't Chanel making Anson shine; it was Anson making Chanel sparkle.

People wouldn't marvel at Anson wearing a luxury brand with envy. Instead, they'd admire how Anson's styling brought out a new essence.

Fashion and trends were revitalized with new energy.

Karl appreciated that.

So, if modifying the design was part of a necessary self-adjustment, Karl could accept it, even praise Anson's taste and use of color.

Even though this was Chanel, on Anson, it was something else entirely.

Karl couldn't help but take another look, inspiration flowing through his mind. He exchanged a glance with Anna, and they both smiled.

But Karl was still Karl. Even if he liked and admired something, he wouldn't show it too openly. Still, his brief words were enough as he personally stepped forward to welcome Anson into the venue.

Edgar and Eddie exchanged glances. Eddie, still shy and reserved, didn't show much, but Edgar's palms were soaked with sweat. Only now did they both finally exhale, feeling a bit of relief.

They had made it through, though their steps were still unsteady, unable to believe they had actually passed the test.

And the excitement at the show had only just begun.

In the blink of an eye, word spread like wildfire throughout Paris:

Anson had altered Karl's design and received Karl's personal approval.

This completely blew everyone away.

If, before Anson's appearance today, expectations had already soared to an eight or nine out of ten, his actual arrival shattered the entire rating system, providing a whole new answer.

Performance?

A perfect score of 120. Anson, in his own way, had once again shaken the entire fashion world.

The awe, the shock, and the endless discussion couldn't be contained.

After making a splash at Dior, Anson had now dazzled at Chanel.

As he finally took his seat, Anson noticed the woman to his right, who was half-asleep. The memory of his chance encounter with Anne Hathaway on that flight flooded back—

Wait, could he switch seats?