LOGIN“Mr Brown asked me to escort you inside, Miss,” said the large, bald man who had come to pick her. The man led Camellia to the door, where two bouncers were guarding each of the entrances. As soon as they saw the man accompanying her, the two men with menacing faces immediately let Camellia through without asking for their identification. “Are you so famous here that those two men let you in without asking any questions, unlike the people queuing up out front?” she leaned in slightly so her voice could be heard. The bar was incredibly noisy, with the DJ’s music booming so loudly it was deafening. The man who was now leading Camellia to the VVIP room on the third floor simply shook his head, his expression suggesting that it was an absurd question. “Mr Brown has unrestricted access here.” That was the man’s reply, which, of course, made much more sense. After all, who else among them was famous if not Brandon himself? “Yes, yes, I’d forgotten he’s known everywhere,” said
That afternoon, Hagen said his goodbyes and set off back to his flat. Now that Camelia had been feeling better over the past few days, the two of them had decided that Hagen should return home. And Camelia had also refused to go with him when he’d offered. “No, I’m more comfortable in my own home,” was Camellia’s reply every time Hagen made the suggestion. She wouldn’t even give him a chance to compromise. And it seemed Hagen felt a pang of sadness as he stepped out of the house. Several times he glanced back at Camellia, who was peering out of the window on the second floor. She was even biting the nail on her thumb, her expression full of anxiety. Just as he was about to reach the car in the car park, he stopped in his tracks. Staring straight at her, Hagen gave a small wave before finally getting into the car. Only once the car had disappeared from view did Camellia manage to breathe again. Yet for some reason, it felt as though they were about to be apart for some tim
The sound of a knock at the front door made Camelia scurry towards the living room. However, just as she was about to get there, Hagen had already opened the door for whoever was outside. Camelia simply watched, her arms folded across her chest. Her attention was fixed on the man’s perfect back. It was only when his melodious, masculine voice spoke to whoever was outside that Camellia really began to listen to their conversation. “Is that all?” asked Hagen, who was still blocking the doorway, preventing Camellia from seeing the figure outside. However, as soon as she heard the feminine voice reply, Camellia’s tense shoulders immediately relaxed again. Camelia fell silent as she listened. “Yes, Sir. All the documents that need signing are over there, including the proposal you asked for earlier.” Immediately, Camellia walked towards the door and peered at their guest from behind Hagen’s back, which naturally caught the attention of the woman in front of her. “Oh
When they finished their meal, Hagen told Camellia not to get up from her seat. He quickly cleaned everything up himself, including washing the dishes at the sink not far from the dining table. At that moment, Camellia decided to observe the man, who looked more casual than usual. Wearing a gray sweater and long jeans, he looked different from his usual self. In fact, his expression was much friendlier, with no trace of seriousness lingering on his face. “What exactly do you do for a living?” Camellia asked suddenly; for some reason, she wanted to hear him talk a little about his life. All this time, Camellia had known that Hagen owned many businesses, but she wasn’t quite sure what his main line of work was. Blake Hagen, who was rolling up his sweater sleeves to his elbows, had Camellia transfixed. Now the girl’s focus was on his muscular arms—arms she’d only just realized had been hugging her so often. Without realizing it, a blush spread across her cheeks, which she qui
After returning home, Camellia spent most of her time resting in her room. This was because Hagen had decided to stay with her for a few days until she had fully recovered. However, rather than being impressed by his decision, Camellia shot a sharp glare at the man who was now invading her space. “Are you going to sleep here until you get bored?” she snapped with an annoyed expression, since she’d felt her sleep had been interrupted all along. Hagen’s presence in the room truly made her feel uncomfortable. Blake Hagen, who heard Camellia’s complaint, didn’t seem to budge from the sofa he’d deliberately dragged in from the next room. Now, the man seemed to be filling the girl’s room with various pieces of furniture—which, of course, was the reason for their argument. “Princess, go to sleep. You need it right now, and I won’t do anything.” Once again, Hagen ignored the glare Camellia shot his way, and with a very relaxed demeanor, he chose to leave the room to keep himself b
Meanwhile, Hagen, who was standing outside Camellia’s hospital room, seemed to be thoroughly checking the contents of the girl’s cell phone, but he found nothing there. The phone was completely empty. In fact, the only contacts in her phone book were Brandon, a girl named Bella, her mother’s number—which was no longer active—and Hagen’s own number. It was as if she had no life outside of this, making Hagen wonder how she had managed to survive in her previous life. “What made you choose to isolate yourself, Princess?” Hagen muttered as he slipped the phone back into his shirt pocket. He then called Frank to pick him up; there was something he needed to take care of before bringing Camellia home. .... Brandon had come to Denver specifically to meet with Gavin and several other members of Red Cage. There was something he wanted to discuss with the men in the organization, which was why he had made the long trip all the way to Denver. For him, meeting in person was far more e
“Just tell him, you’ll sleep with someone if he keeps bothering.”Camellia gave Brandon an annoyed look when she heard his words. The girl was about to huff when suddenly he raised a hand in the air, hinting that she should be quiet and listen.That made Camellia bites her lower lip to restrain hersel
Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke; even Hagen no longer listened to Gavin, who kept talking on the other side of the call. It was as if his stare was glued to Camellia, who was standing very gracefully at the top of the stairs in her white pajamas.However, when he heard his name being called
Camellia’s lips felt numb. She couldn’t even keep her fingers away from there and kept rubbing them gently. In the meantime, her eyes stared blankly at the mirror, reflecting her no longer bruised face like she had some time ago.From behind the beads of her clear eyes came a memory of the events of
Instead of feeling impressed, she looked at Hagen as if he was a different man.“Bored my ass,” Camellia muttered as she left him.She kept walking without turning her head or looking to see how far away they were because she knew Hagen would keep following.Even when he called, Camellia deliberately i







