<strong>Chapter 760:</strong>


    Howard, watching from the sidelines, noted that while Andrew was usually reserved, around Madisyn, there was always a smile on his face.


    The afternoon flew by, and soon Waylon emerged from his room, refreshed and ready. After a quick preparation, he headed to the fan meeting.


    Backstage, Waylon underwent aplete transformation. By the time he was done, he radiated star power.


    He was so dazzling that even Madisyn nodded in approval. The Johns family had unbeatable genes—Waylon’s face was made for stardom.


    The fan meeting venue was already bursting with eager fans. As the clock struck the hour, Waylon stepped onto the stage, nked by bodyguards.


    “Hello, everyone, I’m Waylon,” he greeted, and the crowd erupted in deafening screams.


    The excitement was palpable—his fans were over the moon to finally see their idol in person.


    But then, a sharp voice pierced through the excited crowd. “Waylon, you finally decided to show up. Don’t you think you owe us an exnation?”


    A woman red at Waylon, her face a mix of resentment and dissatisfaction.


    The people around her mirrored her frustration.


    “Waylon, we’ve spent so much on your albums and shows, and this is how you treat us? You cheated on us!” another girl shouted angrily.


    The atmosphere turned heavy.


    Some fans stayed quiet, but their faces were clouded with sadness.


    Those at the front, however, were visibly upset.


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    These were the ones who couldn’t handle the idea of their idol being in a rtionship.


    When they heard about this fan meeting, they rushed to confront him.


    While some fans thought this reaction was possessive and unreasonable, their quieter opinions were drowned out by the furious ones.


    An agitated fan eximed, “You owe us an exnation, Waylon! Or give us our money back!”


    “Yeah, you’re heartless! After all we’ve done for you!”


    “Without us, you’re nobody!” Their voices grew louder and more demanding.


    They felt justified in their anger. After all, idols depended on their fans to rise to fame. Without their unwavering support, Waylon would be just another struggling artist, unable to enjoy his current stardom.


    How dare he betray them now, after everything they had done?


    “Excuse me, is he dating any of you?” a cool female voice cut through the tension, like a breeze from a distant, icy peak, instantly cooling the atmosphere.


    The agitated fans felt a chill creep down their spines.


    They turned toward the source of the voice.


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