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In the early morning, the light peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow into the room where Genevieve had slept on the bed while Noah had spent the night on the couch. For the entire night, Noah had barely slept, his mind swirling with the complexities of the situation as he curled up on the couch, wrapped in his comforter, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of the lies they were entangled in.When the morning light filtered in, the room was still, until the sound of a gentle knock at the door echoed through the room. Before Noah could even fully register the sound, he bolted up from the couch, the comforter trailing behind him as he hurried to the bed. Hastily, he jumped onto it, landing beside Genevieve, hugging her waist as his lips pressed against her neck just as Leo's little hand pushed the door open.The feeling of his body so close to her made her remember just how much she missed his touch all night, and yet, even though her heart raced, she tried to push down
Locking gaze with Noah, Steve cleared his throat and then eyed Ross as he said, "Boss, since the whole Hunter situation, we have been keeping a close eye on your house directly. Yesterday, when you and ma'am left the house to take Leo to the infirmary, we noticed that we weren't the only ones tailing your car."Immediately, Noah's brows drew together, knowing that those words meant Genevieve and Leo's safety was at risk once again."We initially thought it was Hunter," Steve continued, his gaze shifting to Ross briefly before returning to Noah, "but when the car following you pulled over, and the driver got out to make a call after your mother had left the facility, we took the opportunity to confront him. Long story short, we knocked him out and brought him here for questioning.""We have been trying to contact you since yesterday to inform you about the situation, but you kept canceling our calls. It wasn't until this morning that you finally answered." Ross, his voice low and serio
The basement was heavy with silence as the man studied the coldness in Noah's eyes, and he pleaded with him, his voice choked with emotion. "Please, I swear I'm not a threat to you or your family. If you untie my hands, I can prove it. I need to make a call. Give me back my phone, and I'll confirm everything I said."Stepping forward, Ross, his suspicion evident, intervened. "We can't risk it, Noah. Giving him his phone could be a mistake. He might tip off whoever sent him or worse, the authorities."As their eyes remained locked, Noah remained composed, contemplating the situation, and he commanded, "If he tries anything, you both have my permission to act. Knock him out immediately. But I need to see if he's telling the truth."After a brief pause, Steve and Ross reluctantly agreed, understanding the necessity of verifying the man's claims. They cautiously untied his hands, keeping a close watch on his every move. The man, visibly relieved, retrieved his phone from his pocket and di
For the longest, Genevieve paced in the living room, clutching her phone as if it were her lifeline, feeling glad that Leo was asleep. For what felt like an eternity, she had been anticipating this moment, and now, with trembling hands, she finally decided to make the call. She took a deep breath, her heart racing, and dialed Flynn's number. The phone rang once, twice, and then, to her immense relief, Flynn's warm voice filled her ears. "Hello?" "Mr. Molnar," Genevieve replied, her voice quivering with excitement. "It's me, Genevieve." After a silent second, Flynn's tone brightened, and there was a hint of relief in his tone. "Genevieve, it's so great to hear from you. I've been eagerly waiting for your call." "I'm so sorry it took me this long to call," Genevieve admitted. "I have just been so overwhelmed with a lot." "I understand, Genevieve. But you have no idea how excited I am to talk to you. There's so much to discuss. I want you to come to Instylish as soon as possible so
After landing, Glenn Carrell stepped off the plane, her high heels clicking on the concrete floor of the bustling airport. With a smirk, she adjusted her sunglasses and ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair. The glamorous aura that surrounded her made people's heads turn as she walked through the terminal, each step exuding confidence. Moments later, as she made her way to the exit, a sleek black car with tinted windows pulled up to the curb. The chauffeur stepped out, opening the door, and Glenn gracefully slid into the back seat. The car, organized by EXAT Inc., was a black Mercedes-Maybach, and she could feel the envious gazes of onlookers as the vehicle glided away from the airport, leaving the chaos behind. With the engine humming, Glenn took out her phone and dialed her mother's number. The phone rang a few times before her mother picked up. "Hello, darling! How was your flight?" Mrs. Carrell's warm voice filled the car. "Fabulous, Mom. You know how it is when you
The silence in the hall was the loudest as the two women gazed at each other. Finally, Glenn took a step forward, her fists clenched by her sides, and Mr. Lincoln followed her, his thought, 'So this is the woman boss wants for the female lead. She has the look and demeanor, but can she act?'Just then, his phone buzzed, and he absentmindly pulled it out, but the moment he saw "Boss Dean," he cleared his throat nervously, and then walked over to the side to answer the call.The moment he accepted it, a whisper left his lips, "Boss,""I got a report that my woman is there. Is she?" Noah's voice rang out over the phone, his words punctuated with pauses.Feeling increasingly nervous with each passing moment, Mr. Lincoln slowly glanced back to watch Genevieve and then at Glenn, thinking, 'Your... yo-ur woman? Which one of them is-""She with my son and Flynn." Noah interrupted him, his voice sounding agitated. "Is she there?"Locking eyes on Genevieve, his lids sretched opened, and he le
The raised in Glenn's voice made everyone in the hall turn their heads towards her, sizing her with their eyes. The tension in the room reached its peak as Glenn's outburst echoed through the hall as Mr. Lincoln, maintaining his calm demeanor, responded, "Miss Carrell, do you have a problem working under Mrs. Curtis?"Gulping harshly, Glenn forced herself to hold her tongue as she stared intently at him. Her mouth opened, intending to respond, but no words would come out."If there's an issue, we will be glad to remove your name from the audition list. After all, the are many actresses that can play that role as you... even better." Mr. Lincoln explained, his gaze never leaving hers.'This bitch! Did she sleep with Flynn Molnar? Is that why she's being highly respected here?' Glenn thought, seething inside with jealousy. 'I am not going to allow you to win... Since you seem like a cat with nine lives, I will make sure to kill you all nine times if I have to.'"Miss Carrell, do we hav
The chopper touched down with a gentle thud, the rotor blades slowing to a halt as he emerged, the afternoon sun glinting off his aviators as Noah stepped out.Waiting at the airfield was Flynn, his old friend, who rushed forward the moment Noah's boots hit the tarmac."Hey, you!" Flynn exclaimed, wrapping Noah in a bear hug. "It's about time you showed up. You've been ghosting everyone for three months. It's great to have you back, man."Noah chuckled, returning the embrace. "What's this for?""For disappearing on us for three months, you goof," Flynn replied with a grin, patting Noah on the back. "Come on, let's get you to the hotel. Your son and wife are waiting."As they headed towards the waiting car, bodyguards trailing discreetly behind, Flynn turned to Noah with a curious expression. "So, why the sudden change of heart? Last I heard, Genevieve still doesn't know you're Dean. Don't you think you playing double identity would ruin things again?"Noah sighed, running a hand throu
Max's eyes widened at Noah's command, but he nodded without hesitation. “Understood, sir,” he replied, already mentally preparing the necessary security measures. Noah's expression softened briefly. “Thanks, Max. Your discretion is appreciated as always.”Max offered a small, respectful nod before hurrying off to carry out his orders. Noah watched him go, a wave of hesitation washing over him.With one last glance towards the guest suite, Noah headed out of the mansion. He climbed into his car and drove towards the airport. As he navigated through the city streets, his mind raced with thoughts of the confrontation ahead.The airport was bustling with the usual activity when Noah arrived. He parked his car in a strategic location, ensuring he had a clear view of the terminal entrance. He checked his watch, noting that Hunter’s flight was due to land any minute.Noah’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. It was from one of his men, confirming that Hunter had landed and was making hi
Noah’s heart hammered in his chest as he turned back to Genevieve, her words echoing in his mind. "Hunter... why do I feel like I’ve heard that name before?" “What do you mean, Genevieve?” Noah asked, his voice low but urgent. He took a step closer, his eyes searching hers for any hint of recognition. “Have you heard about Hunter before? Do you know something?”Genevieve’s gaze flickered away, a shadow of something unreadable passing over her face. She shook her head slightly, biting her lower lip. “It’s nothing, Noah. Just... a feeling. I can’t explain it.”Noah wanted to press her, to demand answers, but he saw the resolute set of her jaw and knew she wouldn’t budge. He let out a frustrated sigh but didn’t push further. “Alright,” he said softly, his tone gentler now. “But if you remember anything, anything at all, promise me you’ll tell me. This guy has been tailing you from since I can remember, and his coming here can not be a coincident.”She nodded, her eyes meeting his with a
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city, Noah made his way through the bustling streets toward Genevieve's hotel. He had donned a simple disguise—a pair of dark glasses, a baseball cap pulled low over his forehead, and a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face—enough to conceal his identity from casual observers.Arriving at the hotel, Noah hesitated for a moment before steeling himself and striding purposefully toward the entrance. The lobby was dimly lit, the soft murmur of conversation blending with the gentle hum of the air conditioning. Noah kept his head down, avoiding eye contact as he made his way to the elevator.Pressing the button for Genevieve's floor, Noah felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through him. When he reached her floor, Noah stepped out into the hallway and made his way to her door. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle before finally summoning the courage to knock.The sound echoed through t
Hunter’s heart pounded in his chest as he dashed out of the office, the echo of his boss's enraged voice still ringing in his ears. He fumbled with his phone, nearly dropping it as he opened the travel app to book a flight. His fingers moved frantically across the screen, selecting the earliest available departure."Please, please, please..." he muttered under his breath, watching the spinning wheel of the app processing his request. Finally, the confirmation screen appeared. "Yes!" he whispered, relief flooding through him as he saw the details: a flight to the city where Genevieve's production was taking place, leaving in two hours.Hunter grabbed his coat and briefcase, racing down the hall toward the exit. He pushed through the revolving doors and into the bustling street, hailing a cab with a frantic wave. A yellow taxi screeched to a halt beside him, and he jumped in."To the airport, please! As fast as you can!" he instructed the driver, his voice breathless.The driver nodded
Glenn reluctantly reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed Mrs. Stark's number. Each ring felt like an eternity, the weight of her mother's expectations bearing down on her with every passing second."Hello, Glenn. What can I do for you?" Mrs. Stark's voice was calm and professional, but there was an underlying tension that Glenn couldn't ignore."Mrs. Stark, it's me, Glenn. I... I wanted to talk to you about the situation with FoxZ and... and the role," Glenn stammered, her words faltering as she struggled to find the right way to phrase her request.There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Mrs. Stark responded, her tone cautious. "I understand, Glenn. Believe me, I wish there was more I could do to help. But given the circumstances..."Glenn's heart sank at Mrs. Stark's words, the reality of her situation crashing down on her with brutal force. "So, there's no chance of me getting back on the cast? Not even in a different production or wi
The plane ride back home felt like an eternity for Glenn. She sat in her seat, staring out the window, lost in thought. She couldn't shake off the events of the past few days—the confrontation with Noah, and the humiliation at the resort.As the plane landed and the passengers began to disembark, Glenn gathered her belongings and made her way through the airport. She hailed a cab and settled in for the ride home. The familiar sights of her town passing by felt both comforting and suffocating. She couldn't wait to be back in her own space, away from prying eyes and judgmental whispers.When she arrived home, she was relieved to find the house empty except for the maid."Young Miss, you are here?" the maid asked, her voice filled with surprise and concern.Glenn's mood, already sour from her encounter with her mother, turned even darker. She snapped at the maid, her words sharp and biting. "Of course, I'm here. Where else would I be?"The maid flinched at Glenn's tone, taken aback by her
As Noah and Rhodes sauntered away from the pool area, the tension hung thick around them, akin to the lingering resonance of an unresolved chord in a somber melody. Each step seemed weighed down by the weight of the confrontation they had just left behind.Rhodes's phone vibrated in his pocket, disrupting the heavy silence. Hastily retrieving it, he checked the caller ID before answering, his voice pitched low, betraying the gravity of the situation."Hello?" Rhodes's response was clipped, betraying a sense of urgency."Rhodes, it's Smith. We've got the footage," came the voice on the other end, crisp and professional.Rhodes's brows shot up in surprise. "Everything?""Yeah, our guy was in the right place at the right time. We've got everything, clear as day," Smith replied confidently.Rhodes nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "Alright, send it over."Ending the call, Rhodes turned towards Noah, a mix of curiosity and caution etched across his features. "Boss, what's the pla
For the longest, Rhodes stood outside Noah's hotel room, his knuckles hovering over the door, hesitating for a moment before he finally knocked. The door opened, revealing Noah, who was dressed in a simple white wrinkled t-shirt and faded jeans, a stark contrast to his usual sharp suits. With a faint smile, Rhodes raised an eyebrow, surprised by Noah's attire. "Boss, you're looking... casual," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Noah chuckled, stepping aside to let Rhodes in. "I figured we're going incognito today. Can't have anyone recognizing us," he said, closing the door behind Rhodes. "Is everything ready?" Noah asked, getting straight to the point. Locking eyes with his sudden dark ones, Rhodes nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, boss. The arrangements have been made. We're all set." Noah leaned back, a thoughtful look on his face. "Good. I want everything to go smoothly today." Rhodes nodded again, understanding the importance of the task at hand. "Don't wo
The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Glenn's room. She wakes up to the insistent ringing of her phone.Groaning, she reaches over and sees her mother's name flashing on the screen. She debates letting it go to voicemail but knows her mother won't give up easily.Reluctantly, Glenn answers. "Hello?""Glenn, finally!" Mrs. Carrell's voice is sharp, cutting through the early morning calm. "I've been calling and calling. Why haven't you been answering?"Glenn rubs her eyes, trying to wake up fully. "Sorry, Mom. I was sleeping. What's up?""What's up? What's up is that I just saw the news. Genevieve is still leading the production, and you're nowhere to be seen. What have you been doing all this time?"Glenn sighs, already feeling the weight of her mother's disappointment. "I'm handling it, Mom. Don't worry.""Handling it? For three months, Glenn! You keep saying the same thing, but nothing changes. I'm starting to think you don't know what you're doing."