After dinner, Director William urgently gathered everyone for a meeting at a small restaurant next to his residence.The place was quiet, making it a suitable spot for discussions.Kendrick and Jax accompanied Annabelle to the meeting. However, once it started, they sat off to the side, keeping a low profile as outsiders.With a heavy expression, Director William announced, “Julian got into a car accident on his way to the airport. It’s nothing serious, but he won’t be able to participate in the shoot.”A heavy silence filled the room.What now?Everyone was asking the same question.Without a male lead, there was no way to proceed with the commercial, no matter how they revised the shoot.After all the effort to get here, would they really have to pack up and go home tomorrow? That didn’t seem like an option.People exchanged glances, trying to come up with solutions. Some started suggesting male actors they knew, hoping Director William could reach out to them.Unlike a movie, an ad
Malina took a deep breath but didn’t answer Director William. His expression was extremely unpleasant.Annabelle could tell—he really didn’t want to play the male lead.She imagined what it would be like acting alongside this proud, perfectionist designer.This guy had a nasty temper and was completely self-centered. He wouldn’t be as easygoing as Julian.And she had to gaze deeply into his eyes with affection?Ugh. Just picturing it felt awkward. Impossible.After a moment, Malina finally spoke.“I won’t do it either. I can’t act, and I have zero chemistry with Annabelle. Instead of making me the lead, why not get Gauge?”The moment those words left his mouth, Annabelle blinked rapidly.Gauge as the male lead?Perfect. Absolutely perfect!They were good friends, often played music together, and had great chemistry. More importantly, he was one of her own!Little did she know, sitting across the room, Kendrick nearly jumped up at the mention of Gauge.Gauge? No way. I’ll do it!Fortun
Annabelle felt frustrated.How was she supposed to coax him now?The real issue was, no matter how she comforted him, he would never allow her to film a kiss scene with another man—even if it was just an illusion created through camera angles.He wouldn’t even be able to tolerate seeing that kind of scene.Her original plan was to keep Kendrick from watching the final scene and only let him know after everything was filmed.But now, things had gotten complicated...Meanwhile, Jax followed Kendrick out of the restaurant.Kendrick stopped in his tracks and said, “I’m going back to the villa first. You stay behind and make sure Anna gets home safely.”“Understood, Boss.”Kendrick took two steps forward, then suddenly turned back.“If Anna asks whether I’m mad, tell her yes. Very mad.”Jax’s face darkened.So Boss was making him the messenger just to emphasize how angry he was?Clearly, he wasn’t really that upset.He was probably just feeling a little jealous and needed some comforting.
The walk back was silent. With Jax escorting her, Annabelle returned to her villa.It was a beautiful seaside retreat, with a back porch extending into a small private dock—almost as if the entire Indian Ocean was her personal backyard pool.Unfortunately, she had no time to admire or enjoy the scenery.Right now, all she wanted was to find Kendrick and explain her thoughts to him.As she passed by the study, she saw Kendrick sitting at his laptop, frowning as his fingers clattered across the keyboard. He was clearly busy handling work.Annabelle hesitated for a moment but chose not to disturb him. Instead, she headed to the bedroom to unpack.The moment she walked away, Kendrick glanced up from his screen, pressing his lips together.She had already reached the door—why didn’t she come in?Ah, right. That little woman was stubborn.She was probably debating whether or not to apologize. Maybe she didn’t even think she had done anything wrong.Fine. He’d let her stew for a bit longer.
Annabelle had already left long before.Since she wasn’t sure if Kendrick was still working, she decided not to disturb him.He has to sleep eventually. I’ll just apologize and explain everything before bed.Now, she was at the dock, sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the deep blue sea.Under the glow of the moon and the soft lighting around her, the water shimmered like a sheet of scattered silver, breathtakingly beautiful.But her mind was too preoccupied to appreciate it.Before the meeting ended earlier, the director had actually proposed another option for the male lead.If Gauge couldn’t accept the role, there was a backup actor available. His agent had already confirmed that he was free and willing to step in at the last minute.Since it was just a short commercial, it wasn’t a big deal for him.But after a quick search, Annabelle discovered a troubling fact—this man had a history of inappropriate behavior.He had taken advantage of a co-star during an intimate scene, ev
Annabelle gradually let go of all distractions, allowing herself to sink into the moment.Perhaps it was because she was far from the familiar, but she suddenly felt bolder. Being out in the open like this, under the vast sky, didn’t make her feel shy at all.The night breeze caressed her skin gently, awakening every cell in her body. As her gaze drifted away from Kendrick’s face and up to the star-studded sky, her mind went blank.It was as if, in the boundless universe, only the two of them existed.Her body instinctively arched back, her waist lifting, curving like a bow...—Afterward, she lay in Kendrick’s arms for a long time, still catching her breath. Neither of them spoke, simply holding each other in quiet intimacy.Once she had calmed down, Annabelle hesitated before murmuring, “About keeping that script from you... I wanted to explain—”“It’s fine.”Kendrick interrupted her, tucking a loose strand of her wind-blown hair behind her ear. “Just do what you want. I’m not that
Annabelle put herself in his shoes. If the roles were reversed, she knew she wouldn’t be happy either.So, she carefully explained everything to Kendrick again—why Gauge had to be the male lead and why the final shot of the commercial shouldn’t be a lovers’ kiss fading into the distance, but rather an extreme close-up of the Mermaid’s Tear necklace resting on the heroine’s chest.This approach would subtly avoid any sensitive scenes while shifting the audience’s focus away from the characters and onto the product itself.After all, this wasn’t a romantic drama; it was a jewelry advertisement, and the brand should be the highlight.Annabelle wasn’t an advertising expert, but as a consumer, she believed this kind of storytelling would be more effective.After listening to her reasoning, Kendrick playfully tapped the tip of her nose.“Smart. This is definitely a better approach.”Annabelle pursed her lips, a smile blooming on her face.His approval meant a lot to her. She wasn’t even sur
“He has something personal to take care of today. He’ll be off the island for the day and back tonight,” Kendrick said.Annabelle nodded and didn’t ask any further. Jax had done this before—when he wasn’t needed, he would go off to handle his own affairs.As for what those affairs were, Kendrick never seemed to ask, so Annabelle didn’t think too much about it either.Still, she couldn’t help but recall Jax’s past and wonder whether those enemies who had once hunted him were still active.“Let’s go eat.”Kendrick took her hand and led her toward the dining area, explaining their plans for the day as they walked.“After breakfast, we’ll take Little Yellow Dog for a walk. Then at noon, we’ll visit the old butler who hosted you last time. I’ve already let him know you’re coming—he was very happy to hear it…”Annabelle thought his arrangements were perfect. All she had to do was nod and say okay.“Since you don’t have any filming today, I won’t make you stick with the crew. No objections?”
Julissa wondered—could it be that Scott didn’t have a membership card and had used Heather’s instead?She temporarily stepped away from the front desk and sat in the lounge area, trying to figure out what to do next.Technically, she could just call Scott and ask him to bring her in.But she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to show up unannounced, catch them off guard, and completely disrupt their rhythm.And besides, if she were stopped outside and had to wait for Scott to come out and fetch her, it would feel like she had already lost to Heather in terms of presence and pride.So, that plan was a no-go.Should she just wait until they came out? But the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she felt.Why should she waste her time waiting around like this while they got to enjoy their date?Just as she was lost in frustration, a male voice called out to her.“Julissa?”Julissa closed her eyes. She didn’t even need to turn around—the voice alone was enough to know who it was.S
Julissa quickly grabbed Scott’s hand. “Don’t worry about it.”He curled his lips into a smile and obediently let go, then swept her up into his arms and carried her back to the bed…The next morning, Julissa sat up, rubbing her throbbing temples and aching body—only to find the bed empty.Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains onto her body. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Eleven a.m.Crap! She was late!No, this wasn’t just being late—she’d completely skipped work!“Mr. Nichols?” she called toward the bedroom door. No response. Clearly, the big boss had already gone to the office.She reached for her phone by the pillow—then suddenly remembered she’d used it to record video last night. Scott had gone to take a shower, and she’d been so exhausted she’d fallen asleep without even thinking about it.The phone had to still be on the windowsill.Barefoot, she got out of bed and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, the phone was still there, screen down and nearly burnin
After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen together. Then Scott went to take a shower, while Julissa headed to the bedroom.She placed her phone on the windowsill, hidden behind the curtain. Only a sheer layer covered it—just enough to keep things from being too explicit. As long as his voice was clearly captured, a blurry image would actually be even better.After all, the last thing she wanted was for every man at his future wedding to see her naked on the big screen.Yes—she was going to record her night with Mr. Nichols.Just like those classic evil ex-girlfriends in dramas, she planned to send the footage straight to his future wife. And better yet—broadcast it at their wedding.Sure, this move was one of those you hurt me, I’ll destroy us both kind of deals.But whatever. She, Julissa, was just a nobody, a little shrimp in the vast sea of high society. Once she left this circle, she could go back to her own little life.Even if she couldn't return to a peaceful life, she would do
Julissa was startled by his sudden move. She quickly turned around and smiled at Scott. “Maybe my period is coming. I’m just feeling a little low.”He paused for a second, as if just realizing what she meant by “period,” then gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.“You girls get emotional because of that?”Julissa forced a small smile. “Of course. We get moody, feel down for no reason, and crave all kinds of heavy flavors.”Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So what’s Julissa craving today?”Julissa immediately sensed where this was going and shot him a glare. “Definitely not what you’re thinking.”“What am I thinking?” Scott’s gaze lingered on her lips, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.Truth be told, Julissa wasn’t in the mood to flirt, so she backed away slightly. “Mr. Nichols, behave yourself…”He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her.Julissa wanted to push him away, but her hands were covered in marinade and seasoning from preparing the fish.
That one sentence struck deep.Instinctively, Julissa glanced at the ring on her left middle finger, thinking of what Scott had said to her.That night, when he gave her the ring, he had told her it wasn’t an engagement ring—just something to wear for now, and that when the time came for a proposal, he would give her something even better.She believed his words.So even though what Mrs. Nichols just said shocked her, and even brought a momentary pang to her chest, she didn’t believe it.“How do you know he won’t marry me?”Honestly, Julissa even wanted to ask, How do you know I’d definitely agree to marry him? A girl’s got her pride too.But now wasn’t the time to nitpick. She just wanted to know where Mrs. Nichols got the confidence to say so definitively that Scott wouldn’t marry her.Mrs. Nichols didn’t seem like the type to lie, and that only made Julissa more determined to find out the truth.“Then I’ll be blunt,” Mrs. Nichols said. “Tomorrow at 7 p.m., he’s going to meet Miss H
Walking beside Mrs. Nichols was another senior executive from the Nichols Group, one of the company’s veterans. The two of them were chatting and laughing, clearly in good spirits.Why is Mrs. Nichols still here? Has she been at the company the whole day?But then again, she was the former president’s wife. It was only natural for her to be on familiar terms with the old guard.Julissa quickly lowered her head, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, hoping Mrs. Nichols hadn’t noticed her either.She scrolled aimlessly through her phone, clearly distracted. She knew she should go up and greet her, but kept telling herself there was no point in exchanging a few perfunctory words. Better to stay in ostrich mode.More importantly, she was feeling guilty—her first impression with her future mother-in-law had been far from ideal. Or maybe it was just that Mrs. Nichols had such an overwhelming presence that Julissa dreaded facing her alone.She couldn’t help but wonder again—what kind of man m
Julissa truly felt like she could never win against this man. Talking to him was like navigating a minefield—one careless step, and she’d fall right into his trap.But it was still working hours, after all. Julissa thought his sudden surge of interest was way too unexpected, leaving her flustered and completely unprepared.“Mr. Nichols, what do you take me for?” she asked, breathless.“What do I take you for?”As each button was slowly undone, Julissa felt like her face was about to combust.“I’m not the kind of woman who’d… who’d just let herself get harassed for a bonus!”“Then just pretend you’re harassing me,” Scott said casually.Julissa blinked. That’s allowed?But actually, if she flipped the roles in her mind—if she imagined herself as the one taking advantage of him—somehow, it felt a bit more tolerable.Scott’s hands didn’t stop moving. They were already at her waist. “Besides,” he murmured, “you went back on your word. There’s got to be a price for that.”Julissa was hot an
Kendrick resumed his earlier position, leaning against the headboard. “The Nichols family still has some unresolved issues—they’re definitely in no place to plan a wedding right now.”“I see…” Annabelle nodded thoughtfully. “But Julissa’s dad also said they had to be together for at least a year before they could get married, just to prevent them from being impulsive.”Kendrick didn’t respond further. He got out of bed and walked around to Annabelle’s side, scooping her up in his arms.“What are you doing now?” Annabelle asked in alarm.Kendrick chuckled helplessly. “Time to wash up, remember? You said your legs were too weak to walk.”…The Next Morning, Times GroupWhen Julissa went to the staff lounge to get water, she overheard her colleagues excitedly chatting about their quarterly bonuses.When they saw her, they couldn't help gossiping. They said that Miss Hickman had been working overtime again and had even completed another project, so her bonus would surely be substantial.J
That morning, after Agatha left the the Whitney Group, she died in a car accident that afternoon.The killer wasn’t Dereon, and it certainly wasn’t Ryan. Since he had promised to let her go, he wasn’t someone who would go back on his word.But Ryan knew exactly who did it—because right after Agatha’s death, he received a phone call.On the other end, the man said coldly, “Little Ryan, this is how you deal with traitors.”Ryan understood—this was a warning. A warning that if he dared to betray them, dared to spare Kendrick again, then whether it was Ryan himself, Anna, or anyone close to him, they’d all end up like Agatha.At this point, it was no longer a matter of wanting to kill Kendrick or not—it was something he had to do.Otherwise, the one who would die… would be him.Ryan downed his drink in one gulp.Dereon continued, “Young Master, I’m grateful you didn’t punish me and only assigned me overseas. But I still don’t think I did anything wrong. And that Sid—how could he possibly