She had figured out earlier which room Bailey was in. Now, she needed to pay that guy a visit. Approaching the window, Diana drew the curtains aside. The hotel balcony was close enough; she could leap through the window, using the adjacent air conditioning unit as a path to reach Bailey's room. However, as soon as she opened the window, a head dangled down in front of her, suspended with long hair flowing down—like something out of a horror movie in the dead of night. Diana: ... Mitbahl: ... By now, Diana had grown accustomed to these situations. She pulled her leg back, which was about to step out. "Do you have any idea how easily you could get shot doing that?" "Ma'am, what are you doing?" Mitbahl clambered to the window and hopped onto the sill. "Are you planning to climb out of the window? This is the thirty-ninth floor!" "Who said I was going to climb out? Do I look like someone who'd be that reckless? I'm just opening the window for some fresh air." Diana grabbed Mitbah
"Yeah," Colin replied, somewhat hesitantly. "Where's the child's mother?" the shopkeeper asked, concern filling their eyes. Colin thought for a moment and then casually responded, "She's unwell." "Oh dear," the shopkeeper sighed sympathetically, their expression softening towards Colin. This... a young father, caring for his sick wife and raising a daughter. What a plight! Under the shopkeeper's inquisitive gaze, Colin hesitated to explain further and eventually gave up on it altogether. After a bit of fuss, he finally completed the purchase. The little shop wasn't far from his apartment, so he decided to walk back. As he walked with his purchases, Colin couldn't shake off a feeling that something wasn't right. A sensation... as if someone was following him. He slowed his pace, furrowing his brow. Was it just his imagination? After some consideration, instead of hurrying back, he stopped for a moment in
James looked her over, thoroughly satisfied. "What... What are you looking at? I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wide-eyed, Leah glared at him cautiously. Then she turned to Colin, "Colin, don't worry, I'll protect you!" Seeing this, James finally realized something was off. "You little rascal, what's going on here?" Colin's eyes shimmered faintly. Keeping it a secret was no longer an option. He reached out, clasping Leah's hand. "Leah, you've got it wrong. He's my dad." Dad? The fierce old man in front of her was Colin's father?! Leah's hand trembled. Oh my gosh. She just said she'd turn Colin's dad into a pig?! "My dad and I were just fooling around, Leah. Could you go back to the room for a bit?" Colin's tone was gentle. "Uh, sure." Leah hesitated for a moment. She glanced timidly at James, then quickly averted her gaze and hurried
"It's not her job. Scarlett has her own assistant. Why give her orders?" Tony interrupted. Caught off guard, Gonzales faltered. Just as he was about to speak, Diana blinked. "By the way, what significant works has Scarlett starred in? Sorry, I've been around A-listers like Anthony and Leo too long to know much about these far-out Z-list artists." "You..." Scarlett seethed with rage. This oddball dared to mock her? At that moment, a guy hurriedly ran over. Wearing black-rimmed glasses, he had a very handsome face. It was Scarlett's assistant, Godber. He held up a costume. "Ms. Patel, I've ironed the clothes you wanted. Take a look, is there anything else that needs fixing?" Godber looked at her seriously. Seeing this, Tony's expression turned dark. "Scarlett, didn't you say the clothes were ready? Why send someone to the dressing room?" Upon hearing this, Scarlett felt embarrassed. "Maybe
Diana waited on the sidelines, casually waiting with crossed legs. Finally, Leo and the others took the stage. The scene wasn't lengthy, just a dozen minutes or so. The three portrayed the three brothers of a wealthy family from the last century. The eldest, Bailey, had a calm and gentle demeanor, while Leo, the second brother, was decisive. And the youngest, Anthony, was extravagantly carefree. When the three appeared, with Leo and Anthony's presence, Bailey seemed like the servant beside two young masters. The entire setup was totally off-kilter. Their script demanded delicate emotional control and delivery, especially in the more refined dialogues at the start. The performances of everyone, except for Leo, Anthony, and Bailey, were nothing short of disastrous. It was a sight to behold, approaching the finale. The scene escalated into Anthony, usually suave, turning on Bailey, almost beating him
Strange. Wasn't she full tonight? No way. He specifically paid attention today. He saw her with two takeout boxes and even munching on a big apple. "Angel, that's not cool at all! Cooking hotpot all by yourself in the hotel and not even giving me a shout-out. I'm starving too!" Anthony ranted. Diana held her forehead. "Technically, I'm not alone." Huh? Anthony widened his eyes. "What in the world? Angel, you're seeing someone behind my back?! I'd like to see who's got the nerve to snatch my Angel away. I..." Anthony dashed inside. As soon as he entered and laid eyes on the man at the table, his steps halted. He almost thought he was hallucinating. John raised his phoenix-like eyes and glanced over. Their eyes met. Anthony felt as if there were two ice-cold daggers shooting his way. He shuddered and retreated to the door. Clutching th
Anthony: "Angel, I haven't finished speaking! This is straight from my heart..." Diana calmly kicked him away. "You've had too much to drink. Go rest, we'll talk tomorrow." "No, I have to say it now, or I'll explode!" At this, John leaned back slightly in his chair, legs crossed, eyes slightly narrowed. Then suddenly spoke up. "Then spill it." The room fell silent for a few seconds after he spoke. Leo: ... Alright. Just successfully screwed myself over this time. Just hope this idiot doesn't drag me into his mess when he rambles later. "Angel, honestly, I've always felt like in this world, apart from me, no one deserves you!" Anthony held the bottle of liquor, his words filled with exaggerated emotion. He counted on his fingers, "Look at me, I'm so handsome, so wealthy, and so lovable... tell me, is there anyone in the world more outstanding than me?" Diana remaine
Anthony cautiously approached Diana. "Um, Diana, about last night?" Diana shot him a disdainful glance. "I never expected someone who can't hold their liquor to make such poor confessions. If you ever pull that in front of my man again, I won't bail you out." What... what? Anthony was petrified. "Did I... confess to you last night?!" He nearly bit off his tongue. Damn! Did he really have such a death wish when drunk?! "And that's not all. You even confessed love to my man afterward." Diana dropped another bombshell. Anthony: !!! He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming! He couldn't possibly be this insane! Anthony weakly leaned against the wall, feeling numb all over. After a while, he snapped out of it. Seeming to recall something. "I can't go to the show's set today. I need to go home..." "Go home? For what?" Leo looked puzzled.