Masuk"Everett’s POV:Angel’s wails continued echoing outside the door.Inside the walk-in closet, Scarlett and I exchanged a long, silent look—then we both let out low chuckles at the same time.As Scarlett laughed, she glanced down at her own state, and the warmth that had only just faded from her cheeks surged back up.“Go out and comfort your daughter,” she urged, nudging me. “I need to change clothes.”She was still clad only in lingerie, her graceful curves undeniably captivating.I looked down, my Adam’s apple sliding as heat surged through my chest. The hands encircling her slender waist felt scorching, as though they could burn her.Angel’s cries continued. Scarlett nudged me again. “Hurry and go.”I sighed helplessly, turned, and stepped out of the dressing room.Walking to the door, I took a moment to adjust my clothes before finally opening it.
"Everett’s POV:Hearing this, I froze.The items in the drawer were none other than the engagement diamond ring.Three months ago, I had secretly commissioned someone to acquire a rare rough diamond from an auction in Europe. Then I enlisted an internationally renowned master jeweler to design a one-of-a-kind pink diamond engagement ring—the only one of its kind in the world.I had already had the ring for over a month, but I never dared to bring it out.I had planned the proposal countless times, yet never found the courage.I never imagined Scarlett would discover it.And yet, she had pretended not to see it.A tightness gripped my chest. “Scarlett… are you rejecting me?”“Yes.” She didn’t try to deceive me. She admitted she still had feelings for me, but at this moment, they were not strong enough for her to commit to marriage again.“Everett, I made it cle
"Everett’s POV:I looked at her, wanting to advise her not to be soft-hearted, but ultimately kept my words to myself.Perhaps I didn’t fully approve of Scarlett’s soft-heartedness, but I understood that every creator felt a certain kinship toward their peers.Whatever Scarlett decided, I was willing to support her.For everything else, I would keep a close eye on it.The elevator reached the basement level. When the doors opened, the media reporters were already gone. Alex’s car was parked right next to the elevator.He sat inside, window lowered, smoking.Spotting Scarlett and me, he immediately stubbed out the cigarette, pushed open the door, and stepped out.“So? Did you settle it?” he asked impatiently.Scarlett and I walked over.I opened the rear door for her. “Get in first. We’ll talk later.”Those media reporters were relentless.Scarlett
"David’s POV:I frowned as I appraised Scarlett. Though I regarded her as prey, I couldn’t deny the formidable presence radiating from her.“Miss Scarlett, I’ve reviewed your background,” I said, cutting straight to the point. “You must understand… if you insist on keeping this championship, you are declaring war on me—David Miller.”“I earned this championship with my own skills. How exactly have I offended you, Mr. David?” Scarlett’s red lips curved into a smile—beautiful, yet icy.“When I signed the contract, no one mentioned the championship was predetermined. And I voluntarily offered to compete without any appearance fees… didn’t the executive director inform you of that?”I froze. “What did you say?”The director scratched his nose awkwardly, giving me a troubled look. “David… Scarlett is correct. She explic
"Scarlett’s POV:Inside the conference room, seated at the head of the long table, was the investor—David Miller. A middle-aged man in his fifties, with a large belly, a receding hairline, and a flat nose bridged by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.I couldn’t bear to look at him for even a second and immediately averted my gaze.For the first time, I realized someone could wear gold-rimmed glasses in such an offensive way.The show’s executive director sat next to David, flanked by a young female director.The female director looked at me, her eyes carrying a hint of concern and sympathy.I nodded briefly to the director before turning toward the young woman with a small smile. “Hello, Maya.”The director, Maya, was actually only thirty years old. She was approachable and had been supportive of me since the show began… in fact, she was a fan of my work.“Miss Shadow, please take a
"Alex’s POV:Half an hour later, Scarlett emerged from her home—makeup flawless, sunglasses on, her expression impassive.Behind her, a man wore dark casual jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt. His black baseball cap was pulled low, concealing his handsome face beneath a mask and sunglasses… making his true identity impossible to discern.I opened the back door of the Mercedes, eyeing Scarlett as I pointed at the man behind her.“So you are scared after all! You even called a bodyguard at the last minute!”Scarlett paused, then turned to the man behind her.Nodding with satisfaction, she said, “Even Alex didn’t recognize you. Good—now I can relax.”“What?” I looked between her and the man, confused.The man lifted his hand, pulling off his mask and sunglasses, revealing his deep-set, striking features.“Mr. Everett?!”Scarlett patted







