Chapter 1175

Chapter 1175:

Wasn’t Louis supposed to be at the shop at this time? Why was he here, dressed in his best clothes? Hank also knew his brother had even used his shampoo to wash his hair.

When Hank came to his senses, he asked in confusion, “Louis, did you go on a blind date today? Why are you all dressed up?”

“Hey, you! Watch your mouth!” Louis walked over and glared at Hank, but his expression lacked real threat.

Then, he turned his gaze to Madisyn, his eyes betraying a hint of nervousness.

Louis had rushed to the club after seeing Hank in Austen’s live stream. Although Austen’s downfall today didn’t give him much relief, he couldn’t help but feel regret that such a talent was wasted due to poor character. Louis was moved by Hank’s efforts—despite his own failure to vindicate himself, Hank still had the determination to fight for justice.

But something else had motivated him to groom himself, put on his best clothes, and drive here as quickly as possible instead of working in the shop.

It was the fact that his young and straightforward brother actually knew his idol, the legendary Night Cat.

As Louis drove to the club, a wave of unfamiliar anticipation coursed through him. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, and his chest felt light, as though his excitement might lift him off the seat. Louis and Hank resembled each other strikingly— from their sharp jawlines to their warm, inviting smiles. They were effortlessly charming, and anyone who met them would immediately notice their good looks.

Louis turned to Madisyn. Though he was a few years older than her, he felt a little reserved.

“You must be Night Cat. Hello! I’m Louis, Hank’s older brother. I’ve been admiring you since I was little.”

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Before Madisyn could respond, Hank and his three good friends burst into laughter, their faces turning red.

Madisyn blinked, stunned by Louis’s words. She asked uncertainly, “Since you were little?”

Louis stood there with pure admiration in his eyes, sensing nothing amiss in his words.

“When I was still in school, you were already legendary—always number one on the ‘Finger Dance’ leaderboard, and you still hold that crown. I never dreamed I’d actually meet you in person. You’ve helped me and my brother. Night Cat, would you honor me with your autograph?”

Madisyn’s gaze fell on the ‘Finger Dance’ anniversary card Louis held out reverently with both hands. Her own cartoon character stared back at her from the carefully designed surface.

The card was a rare piece—a limited edition collaboration she had done with the game. Its scarcity made Louis’s possession of one all the more surprising.

Touched by his earnestness, Madisyn accepted the card.

“Of course.” Even after receiving her autograph, Louis seemed eager to express more gratitude, but Madisyn graciously waved it off.

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