Diana frowned and warned, "Sir, you're in the wrong place. This is the women's restroom."
Ignoring her, the man continued advancing towards her.
"Sir, if you come any closer, don't blame me for not being polite!"
Diana's tone grew assertive. What on earth? In a place like this, there was an audacious pervert?
Whether her words angered him or not, the tall man suddenly appeared displeased, glaring at her fiercely. Then, he reached for her neck with the intention of choking her.
Reacting almost instantly, Diana grabbed his wrist, feeling a hint of alcohol as they got closer. Was he drunk?
Diana was perplexed, but she suddenly saw the man extend his other hand, aggressively aiming for her abdomen.
He was strong, but still not a match for her.
With a steely gaze, Diana took the initiative to throw him off.
The burly man, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, was thrown towards the restroom door, crashing into the wall and al
Diana returned to the private room, intending to open the door, but it swung open from inside. John stood at the door, and upon seeing Diana, his usually cold eyes softened. "Are you leaving?" Diana asked, a bit puzzled. "Yeah," John looked at her. "Did you eat enough?" "Yes." Diana hurriedly responsed, giving him a slight glare with her eyes. There were others present. She had just eaten almost half the table, and now saying she hadn't eaten enough would be quite embarrassing. Receiving her glance, John's eyes warmed even more. He stepped out, reaching for Diana's soft fingers. "Let's go back." Mr. Jepson immediately stepped forward, politely guiding John, and escorted them to the door. On the side of the road, Ethan and Jackson were already sitting in the car, waiting. Seeing John coming down, Jackson got out of the front passenger seat, opened the back door, and let them in.
When John uncovered his side of the blanket and noticed the sleepwear Diana was wearing... What would his expression be like then? Diana had some anticipation. With John's eyes locked on her, her anticipation grew. Under her eager expectation, John reached out and turned off the lights in the room. Suddenly, it was pitch black. Diana: ... Soon, she realized. Was this going to be some mischief in the dark? But like this, wouldn't he be unable to see how sexy she looked now? She thought for a moment and slowly spoke, "John..." "Goodnight." John leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Diana: ??? Goodnight kissing was not enough! Where's the understanding? He completely missed her hint! Internally screaming, Diana was about to drop another hint when she saw John neatly covering his side of the blanket. Then, he lay down. Complete silen
Poly turned to Tullia. "Do as Charlotte suggested earlier: buy the media, suppress opinions, and blur everyone's judgment. No matter what, we need to quell this issue!" "Alright." Tullia nodded and went to work. Poly leaned back, making herself a cup of coffee. She wanted to see what kind of trouble would arise if she didn't apologize. Throughout the day, Poly's PR team worked tirelessly, buying off articles, deleting comments, spending a considerable amount of money. It did have some effect; the public opinion wasn't as harsh as expected. After all, her established image, though tarnished by recent events, still had some credibility. Many uninformed people believed the conspiracy theories and thought she might be framed. Poly felt a sense of relief. In the hotel, Poly raised her glass to Charlotte. "Charlotte, thanks to you. I knew I didn't make a mistake in choosing you. With an outstanding student lik
Diana patted his shoulder, "Just take the photo and show us afterward." "Sure," Jackson replied uncertainly. Diana dashed back to John, grabbed his hands, and stood on tiptoes, puckering her lips as if about to kiss. John's eyes sparkled, and he bent down, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. Diana froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. "John, not like that! I was posing for a kiss, not actually trying to kiss you." John looked slightly awkward. Diana continued to laugh, "Why are you so adorable? I love you so much!" Jackson, still holding the camera, felt awkwardly stranded, regretting his decision to follow them. Diana dragged John into various poses, then turned to Jackson. "How did it turn out? Did you get a good shot?" "Uh, should be decent." "Let me see." Diana rushed over, grabbed the phone, and glanced at the photos. Upon seeing them, she was instantly taken aback. "
Then John walked away with Diana. Suddenly, a delighted voice came from behind, "Sir, you are truly handsome and kind-hearted. How about I give you another free fortune-telling? Let's see your future financial luck..." However, Diana quickly walked out, linking her arm with John's to escape the old woman. Afterwards, Diana couldn't help but ask, "Why do you believe in these things?" "Better to believe than to dismiss," John looked at her. "Did you hear her? She said you should be with me." I knew you would think that! Diana sighed, "She even said I willl have a disaster of bloodshed." Upon hearing this, John's expression changed slightly. Seeing his reaction, Diana immediately reassured him, "It's all nonsense, don't believe it..." "You're bleeding." Huh? Diana was startled, then felt a warmth in her nasal cavity. She reached up and touched it. Nosebleed. Diana: ...
Leah turned away without saying anything. Offending Wesley wouldn't benefit her in the long run during the shoot. She picked up the script and approached Amelia. "Alright, let's begin." It was a confrontational scene between the female lead, Mireille, a top graduate from the best art university, and Nolwenn, a wealthy heiress. Amelia, holding the script, started her lines. "Mireille, right? I heard you're the student representative this time. Where did you learn the piano?" Leah remained calm. "I'm sorry, I don't know you." As she uttered the first line, Amelia immediately frowned. "Leah, are you acting or just reading lines? There's no emotion at all. Are you paralyzed or something?" She then looked at Wesley beside her. "Wesley, look at this acting; it's beyond salvation! How did she land the lead role?" Wesley, with a hint of surprise on his handsome face, coughed lightly. "Leah might be nervous; a fe
Amelia muttered, "Got it." After Leah left the stage, she began preparing for the second scene. Emily leaned in, unable to contain her excitement. "Leah, you were amazing just now! It totally exceeded my expectations!" She had been nervously watching Leah from the sidelines, prepared for the possibility of Leah getting scolded by Director Brand. But Leah unexpectedly delivered a flawless performance! Watching the stunning girl in the chair, Emily's eyes sparkled: Leah is going to be a star! Suddenly, a voice from the side interrupted, "Leah." Emily turned around, only to be met with a remarkably handsome face. She was almost tempted to scream. "...Wesley!" Wesley approached Leah, "Leah, what happened just now?" "I said I take time to warm up. I'm a slow starter, and now I'm heated up." Leah was dead serious, leaving Wesley momentarily speechless. Arms crossed, he hesitated before
Leah looked at Amelia in surprise. "Amelia, doesn't your conscience hurt? You barged in all of a sudden, furious with me without a word, and even laid hands on me. Emily can testify." Hearing this, Emily quickly responded, "Yes, I was resting with Leah when Amelia suddenly came in, accusing Leah of deceiving her and getting furious..." Amelia, angered, interrupted her, "Shut up!" She glared at Emily, then turned to Leah, "Emily is your assistant, of course, she would take your side! Her words are not trustworthy. I'm the one who got hurt, I'm the one she hit!" "Are you still trying to defend yourself?!" Wood cut her off. "I saw everything clearly at the door. It was clearly you bullying Leah!" As Wood spoke, Wesley furrowed his brow. He looked at Amelia. "I saw it too; it looked like you were about to hit Leah while grabbing her hair." "Wesley, it's not like that..." As soon as Wesley frowned at her, Amelia changed her