Then, two people walked hand in hand towards the hall.
The man looked about fifty, dressed in a black suit.
The woman by his side was young and beautiful, draped in a light blue coat. She smiled gracefully, poised and gentle.
Diana wondered who they were, and she saw James warmly welcoming them.
"Perez, you finally came."
The man showed a polite smile. "You've invited me several times; if I didn't come, it would be impolite of me."
James turned and looked at the girl beside him, a satisfied look in his eyes. "Is this your daughter, Rowena? Truly born beautiful!"
"Mr. Thompson, hello."
Rowena spoke obediently, causing James to be unable to close his mouth.
Watching this scene at the door, Diana was full of curiosity, and she subconsciously looked at Colin beside her.
Only to meet his equally puzzled gaze.
Diana licked her lips. "Who is this?"
Colin: "Looks like dad wants to introduce a gir
James immediately intervened, "How could I let you take a cab, Rowena? I'll have Andrew drive you back." With a reassuring pat on Perez's shoulder, he added, "Perez, you go ahead." Seeing Perez nod, Andrew wasted no time in putting on his coat as soon as Perez stepped out. With car keys in hand, he sported an official smile on his handsome face. "Rowena, I'll drive you home." Rowena hesitated briefly, about to speak when James interrupted, "It's still early, Rowena. If you have nothing pressing, why not stay here for a while?" "Okay," Rowena agreed, following his lead. Observing the awkward tension, Diana couldn't decide whom to sympathize with. If it weren't for her brother being at the center of the storm, she wouldn't have minded some popcorn to enjoy the spectacle. Seeing Andrew's reluctance to engage, Rowena broke the silence, "Andrew, may I address you that way?" Andrew furrowed his brow, remained silent, and then
Watching Andrew wince in pain, Tony felt an odd sense of satisfaction. Andrew straightened, leaning against the table behind him, his handsome face displaying a nonchalant expression. "Discovering is better. Sooner or later, I'll have to tell him. Sooner is better," Andrew remarked. "No," Tony objected. Sitting in the chair, he added, "It's too sudden. Your dad won't be able to handle it." "Tony, are you afraid?" Andrew suddenly asked. Without a word, Tony placed his hands on his knees, avoiding eye contact. Indeed, he was afraid. After finally achieving some peace with Andrew, exposing their relationship to James could spark a storm. Thinking about it, Tony hoped to keep it hidden as long as possible. Tony looked up, meeting Andrew's gaze. "Let's not talk about that. What did you say to Rowena earlier?" "Just pretended to be a bit of a scoundrel, and she got scared off," Andrew said, taking a cigarette
Diana looked at her nickname for him, thought for a moment, changed it, and sent it over. [Diana: This one, satisfied?] After a while, John's message came through. [Yeah] Diana: ...Really a puppy. Diana lay on the bed, her snow-white feet dangling as she examined the nickname she'd given John. A tender smile played on her lips as she read, "Honey Baby." This was so saccharine it could make your teeth ache. She wondered, what expression did he have when he saw this nickname? After chatting for a while, realizing it was getting late, Diana bid John goodnight. Just as she was about to sleep, a flicker caught her attention outside the window. Diana instantly became alert. Thanks to the special drug, her senses were heightened compared to an average person. Strange, was it Mitbahl? Diana got up and walked towards the window. Outside was pitch black, an eerie silence prevailing with no
Marlowe was waiting inside, and when she saw Yosef approaching, she immediately set down her tea cup and hurried over. "Yosef!" She ran to Yosef, concerned about his somewhat pale face, and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes. "Your injury is healed, right? Why do you still look so bad?" She reached out to grab Yosef's arm. "I brought some supplements for you. Have the servants give them to you regularly." "Hmm." Yosef reached out, freeing his arm from her grasp. The Nelsons and the Dings were important business partners for generations, and he had known Marlowe since childhood. He granted her some face, but there was no hint of romantic feelings between them. Marlowe was long accustomed to his cold attitude. She caught up, saying, "Yosef, I joined the New Talent Design Competition. Can you take a look at my semifinal entry? I want to hear your opinion." "No time." "This competition is crucial. If I pass
"Miss Jephson?" "Yes." "Mr. Simmons has reserved a private room on the second floor. He said if you come, I should take you there." Liora nodded and followed the waiter upstairs. Unlike the bustling first floor, the second floor was quiet, filled with private rooms, reminiscent of a high-end hotel. The waiter led Liora to a room and left. Carrying her bag, Liora reached for the door. The room was spacious, and in the middle, an attractive man sat on a large, soft sofa. It was Simmons. What surprised Liora was that there was no one else in the room, just Simmons. On the glass table in front of him, there was a creamy cake. Seeing her approach, Simmons's lips curled slightly. "Liora, I've been waiting for you for a long time." "Why are you the only one here?" Liora put her bag down. Feeling the temperature in the room was a bit high, she took off her coat, revealing her stun
"Oh no, how do we find her in this chaos?" Ben panicked like a headless fly. Ignoring the situation, he grabbed a nearby waiter, demanding, "Where's Liora? Where is she!?" The waiter, startled, cautioned, "Sir, please calm down..." Leo and Anthony pulled him back, "Don't be impulsive. If we expose ourselves, it's game over!" "Yeah, randomly asking people won't help. We need a plan," Anthony added. The waiter, composed now, looked at Ben and said, "Are you asking about Miss Jephson?" "You know?!" Ben pushed away his bewildered teammates, excited. "Miss Jephson is in a private room on the second floor. I escorted her there just now. Please follow me." The waiter nodded and led them upstairs. Leo exchanged glances with Anthony, both thinking, 'Well, sometimes being naive works!' After reaching the second floor, Ben eagerly grabbed the doorknob but couldn't turn it. The room was locked from the inside.
Liora slightly extended her arms, "I can't move well, carry me upstairs." "Sure..." As if waking from a dream, Ben quickly reached out, delicately lifting Liora from the passenger seat. As an entertainer, he had regular workout sessions to maintain his physique, so carrying Liora wasn't much of a strain. Yet, Ben's legs felt a bit weak. Excited. She was so close to him. Leaning her head on his chest, her slender fingers curled around his neck. A faint fragrance surrounded him, and he felt like he was in a dream. Suppressing the excitement within, Ben carried the beauty and brought her into the apartment. As he placed her on the bed, with his hands now empty, Ben suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. He didn't want to let go... Liora furrowed her brows, leaning against the edge of the bed with her chest heaving, an expression that appeared rather unusual. Ben felt a sense of con
A kiss! He had kissed Liora yesterday! The soft touch still seemed to linger, and Ben absentmindedly reached out, gently touching his lips. With a "whoosh," the bathroom door swung open. Ben instinctively turned his head and saw Liora wrapped in a towel, walking out of the bathroom. With wet hair falling on her shoulders, revealing a snowy neck and sexy collarbone, and two long, straight legs, he couldn't help but stare. "Awake?" Liora's tone was calm. Panicking, Ben turned away, rubbing his hands together, unable to make direct eye contact. In a daze, he suddenly felt something was off. He lifted the blanket covering him and looked down. Oh no. Where are his pants?! Now, he was left with only a pair of boxers clinging to his body. No wonder he felt a bit chilly down there. The problem was... He remembered stopping in time yesterday; nothing happened, right?!