All Chapters of The Mysterious Playboy’s Thirst for Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The next night, Phyllis uploaded a video about the maliciously accused heiress. Being branded as a mistress of an old man is not a good thing for any single woman in this conservative country. Many people would judge without knowing the whole story. Many will throw hurtful words after seeing a blurry picture. And so, Leila’s reputation would undoubtedly take a hit. Though Leila’s image is not as clean as Ayla’s, she still has a dignity she has to protect. Leila and Phyllis shared another round of Korean fried chicken while watching a movie. The moment that Phyllis pressed upload, the two cozily sat on the bean bag and ordered chicken. “Aren’t you going to check the video engagement?” Asked Leila as she dipped the cheese-coated chicken on the truffle dip.Phyllis shook her head as she savored the juicy chicken that she dipped in the sour cream dip. “It’s fine. I’m sure Taylor already gave his instructions to the influencers that he found.”Leila pondered on the approach that they ma

Leila went to the parking lot after a quick catch-up with Cassiel and Zacharias. During the entire dinner, Taylor did not speak after asking that question. She was a little bothered because it’s not how he usually acts. However, she noticed that he was busy with his phone. This time, she did not feel curious about what he was doing. ‘Out of sight out of mind.’She repeated that phrase over and over inside her head as she walked towards her car which was parked in the hotel’s dark basement. She tends to overthink everything that she sees or hears, so she has always had a hard time dealing with this. This reminder is greatly effective in directing her focus on important matters. ‘My head’s spinning a little… Can I even drive home?’This was the first time that she was unwinding after more than a month of her social media break. She’s also aware that her sugar baby—slash-mistress allegations would never disappear immediately, especially since the source of that rumor is still unaffecte

Despite the heart-stopping procession of the bride, the wedding ceremony went smoothly. Phyllis was now happily chatting with the groom’s friends. The member of the boy band, Luna seemed to get along well with Phyllis. “Lei, Phyllis is so cool… I want to be closer to her. She’s just like her twin, Phylian.”Leila sipped on her fourth glass of red wine. “Of course, they’re twins.”“Phylian has a snarky personality, but Phyllis is more gentle than him. I think that’s the main difference.” Cassiel described the twins with much careful thought. Leila glanced at Phylian, who was lecturing his twin’s husband, Zacharias. In her eyes, the twins have the same personality. She witnessed both their grumpy and gentle sides, so she knows full well that they are the same kind of person. They’re twins with a kind and loving heart. Once the flames burn for a person, they will never fade. “You’ll see that they’re the same kind of person once you get to know them.”Cassiel’s eyes focused on Phylian

“Miss, do you have an invitation?”In the poshly decorated events hall of Shang Hotel in Lieren City, several people were waiting to be seated inside for the first couture collection of Ayla Parker Couture. Leila took off her sunglasses before passing the invitation to the usherette. “Here you go.”“Ah! Miss Leila! Let me guide you to your seat.”As the half-sister of the designer, she was escorted to the front-row seat. She has the best view of the entire runway. Her seat was designated between her father and his wife, who were already comfortably seated. “Can you find me a different seat? I don’t want to sit beside them.”“Leila, stop making a scene and just sit.” Her father, Allen, sternly said. “That’s right, Leila. The show is about to start, so why don’t you sit beside us, dear?” Ayla’s mother, Andrea, sweetly patted the chair beside her, urging Leila to sit down. “I don’t want to sit here. Move me elsewhere.”Her cold and expressionless face intimidated the usherette. Leila

Feeling lifeless, she slumped on her swivel chair. Her sketchbook was gone. All her new pieces were sketched in a notebook that can be digitally transferred to her iPad via an app. It was a sketchbook that Phyllis gifted to her. It was a notebook that could digitally transfer notes and sketches to an app that could be downloaded on any device. Though it’s not new in the market, Phyllis and her team were developing their version of it. “How can I prove that they stole my sketchbook?”“Hmmm…”She then opened her iPad that was placed on her table. She quickly went to the app connected to the digital sketchbook that was stolen. She wasn’t able to check it often since she already has exported her initial sketches and made another copy to be copyrighted and compiled. What Ayla has with her is the initial sketches which are not as detailed as the final design render that she has with her. She checked the sketches on file. “It was no wonder why they looked a little lacking. But still, it’