Calvin lifted the delicate crystal teacup with his left hand, took a slow sip of black tea, and said calmly, “Is that so?”
The rhetorical tone implied that he didn’t know—or rather, didn’t care to know. He wasn’t particularly close to Carson, and he had even less time for people he considered irrelevant.
Alice’s fingers tightened around her fork. Had it been made of flimsier material, it might’ve snapped in her grip.
“Mr. Calvin doesn’t know?” she said with a sharp edge. “I thought you’d know more than me. I heard Carson’s leg was kicked after surgery, and the bone fractured again. You were at the hospital too, weren’t you? Didn’t hear anything?”
Adriana stole a glance at Calvin’s face. It remained calm, unreadable—cloudy and aloof, not even a trace of emotion detectable. The very definition of expressionless.
He crossed one long leg ov
Adriana didn’t wake until nine o’clock the next morning.When she woke up, the suite was empty—no one else around.Only the lingering scent of Calvin remained in the air.Calvin?Adriana sat up abruptly and looked down at herself. Except for her shoes, everything was still in place—her clothes untouched, her earbuds still tucked safely in her pocket.As if nothing had happened.She’d fallen asleep in bed last night...Then, where had Calvin gone?Had he been hypnotized for so long and still not fallen asleep?Or… had they once again ended up "sharing the same bed"?Getting out of bed, she spotted her shoes neatly placed by the side, ready for her. Without realizing it, she was already heading toward the door when—“Awake?”A low voice broke the silence.Startled, Adriana quickly switched from a light tiptoe to a normal stride, pretending nothing had happened. Calmly, she asked, “Calvin, did you sleep well last night?”Calvin entered from outside, dressed in a clean, sharp suit and hol
Adriana looked down at her hands and couldn’t help but laugh softly to herself.She really knew how to get herself into trouble.The head of the bed was pressed against the wall, and there was no space for her to stand behind him. She frowned and reminded him, “You need to lie in the opposite direction. This setup isn’t convenient.”Without waiting for his response, she grabbed a pillow and placed it near his feet—half expecting Calvin to kick her out in a fit of annoyance.She knew how particular he was—especially about cleanliness.Letting him rest where his feet had just been? That was practically asking for death.But Calvin didn’t say a word.Instead, he got up quietly, walked to the foot of the bed, flipped the quilt around, and lay back down—calm, unbothered.Adriana raised a hand to her forehead, speechless.“…Okay then.”Apparently, when it came to getting some sleep, even Calvin was capable of compromise.Adriana dimmed the LED strip lights along the ceiling, leaving only a
Ray’s long fingers clamped around her jaw, tilting it upward in a sharp, unnatural arc—his grip bordering on cruel, his thumb just shy of forcing her head down.“You’ve got more heart in your eyes than all of them,” he said darkly, voice low. “Of course I’ll give it to you.”Snow’s breath hitched. Pain shot through her neck and chin, but her expression stayed composed—cold, unflinching. Not a trace of discomfort.“Fine,” she replied calmly. “Then I’ll give you a gift in return.”His fingers dug in tighter, disgust flashing in his eyes as he locked around her delicate jawbone.“All of you—get out,” he snapped, voice flat with command.The order landed like a gunshot. No one dared look back. They, now terrified of being caught in a headline—or in his line of fire—scurried down the stairs, not even risking the elevator in case they had to pass him again.Silence fell over the corridor.A team of exhausted hotel staff arrived at the top floor, startled to find what looked like a heated co
Calvin’s expression didn’t change as he said calmly, “You’ll only add to the chaos if you go out now. Since you and Snow already discussed countermeasures, shouldn’t you trust her to handle the rest? She wants that role. If she can’t even deal with a bit of competition in the hallway, how’s she going to survive three months of life on set?”Damn it.It was underhanded and manipulative — but also strangely convincing.Adriana sighed, a little self-deprecating. “So it really is impossible to stir up trouble under your nose. You figured out our plan that fast?”Through the peephole, Calvin watched the scene unfold outside.Six women crowded together in the hallway, their expressions sour and tense. They huddled off to the side, likely afraid of paparazzi catching this embarrassing moment. And right in the middle of them stood Ray — casually dressed in nothing but a bathrobe.Calvin didn’t need to guess what had gone on behind that door. The signs were clear: messy hair, smudged makeup, s
Adriana pondered for a moment, then said seriously, “In that case, it’s even more important for you to go.”Snow grinned with a wicked sparkle in her eye. “The time’s just about right. I’ll head up.”“I’ll go set off the alarm,” Adriana said. “You go slow — your legs still holding up?”Snow chuckled. “Just think of the mansion, the private helicopter, and the golden trophies — all diseases, cured!”Adriana gave her a thumbs-up. “Alright. Wait for my signal.”She pulled her cap lower over her eyes, wheeled the cleaning cart into the hallway, and took a quick glance around. Then, she stopped beneath the fire alarm.With one hand, she pulled a smoke stick from the cart and lit it.Just as she raised it toward the detector—Click.The door beside her creaked open.Adriana froze. “…”Standing there was Calvin, one hand casually gripping the doorknob, eyes dropping to meet hers — specifically, to the cleaner outfit and the suspicious smoke stick.Her face was tilted up toward the alarm, her
“In the group? And even knows his room number?”That meant the whole crew probably knew Ray was staying at this hotel.That dead woman Snow—she really didn’t know fear.Very good. Very good at digging things up.Ray took a long drag from his cigarette, then exhaled with visible disgust.“Put your clothes on and stand to the side.”Morgan didn’t argue. She quickly gathered her skirt, slipping it back on with trembling fingers. Quietly, she stepped into the corner, eyes lowered, lips pressed together. She didn’t dare say a word.But... if Ray wasn’t going to sleep with her, why hadn’t he let her go?What was he planning to do?Morgan glanced at Ray’s face. His expression was unreadable, but the murderous aura rolling off him was unmistakable. Her breath hitched—she didn’t dare think too deeply.Ding-dong.The doorbell rang again, ec