MasukChelsea's eyelashes trembled. She wondered if she was hallucinating due to the drugs. How else could she be hearing Russell's voice?"Chelsy," the voice came closer, “Chelsea, open your eyes and look, it's me, no one else."Chelsea slowly opened her eyes, her vision shifting from blurry to clear. It was really Russell.The tension drained from her body, and she burst into tears. She hugged Russell tightly, then began to hit and kick him while crying and cursing, "You bastard, you scared me to death!"Russell, knowing he was in the wrong, didn't dare to talk back. No matter how much she resisted, he held her tightly, whispering, "I'm sorry, it was just a joke, all fake. Please, stop crying."Chelsea was genuinely terrified. From being drugged and kidnapped in the car to waking up to the realization that she was drugged, the constant fear had torn at her nerves. There was even a moment when she considered perishing together with her assailant.When her sobs finally subsided to faint sni
His hand slipped under her clothes, ambiguously caressing her smooth skin. Chelsea was so frightened that the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Trembling, she pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Please, spare me. I'll give you money if you let me go, okay?"Russell looked down at the woman lying sensually in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he remained silent. What was it like to wake up and see the person you longed for, lying beside you with a flushed face?Russell's first reaction was that he was dreaming. But when the warm, familiar touch registered in his palm, he realized it wasn't a dream.He couldn't quite grasp the situation, but that didn't stop him from teasing Chelsea. He continued to caress her waist without saying a word. Her skin erupted in goosebumps, which he found cute, and he couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her stomach.Chelsea was so scared that she almost let out a curse. Fighting her fear, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Hey, I've been married be
On the other side, Rayna supported Russell with concern, asking, "Russell, are you okay? Is everything alright?"Russell's mind was hazy, but he vaguely recognized Rayna and croaked, "Phone... lend me your phone."His breath brushed against Rayna's face, causing her ears to turn red uncontrollably as she hurriedly handed him her phone.Russell tried pressing the buttons several times but couldn't get the right numbers. Everything in front of him was blurry and indistinct.Closing his eyes, he gathered all his strength and said, "Call the police.""What?"Rayna seemed not to have heard him clearly. "Russell, what did you say?"Russell's neck was flushed red from the drug coursing through his veins, and he was barely conscious.After calling out to him several times without a response, Rayna instructed the attendants to take Russell to a room upstairs.Russell was half-consciously helped into the hotel room and laid on the bed.Rayna gazed at the unconscious Russell and turned to the at
The friend that Chelsea mentioned was none other than Mr. Carlson, the owner of the second-hand luxury goods store they visited when they made the bag transaction.Mr. Carlson is well-known in the second-hand luxury goods market, and many celebrities and influencers have transacted with him. So as soon as he appeared, some actors immediately recognized him.Everyone was wondering how Mr. Carlson could be Chelsea's friend when she said, "Mr. Carlson, please take a look at all the bags on this wall."Mr. Carlson nodded and immediately arranged for his assistants to start inspecting the bags.Faye regained her composure and shouted, "Chelsea, what did you think you are doing?"Chelsea looked up and said, "Didn't Yamilet say she’s giving me all these bags? I don't have enough space at home, so I asked Mr. Carlson to help me inspect them and sell them to him.The money I get can be used to buy a better bag, so I won't embarrass the production team when I attend events. Isn't that what you
Chelsea glanced at the other person.The last person who kept cuing her like this was Mrs. Wood. Could these two be a long-lost mother and daughter?But Mrs. Wood, she puts up with Everett’s bad attitude for her husband. As for Faye, she just can't figure out what she's after.She'd practically put on a whole show if Yamilet farted, did she get half of Yamilet’s earnings or what?She's not exactly a top star, and she doesn't even have a foot in the capital circle. The little bit of connections she has are mostly with third-rate producers. With her own poor taste in script selection, what could she possibly do to help Faye?Maybe Faye didn't have any specific purpose, she just simply couldn't stand her.Chelsea smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry, but Miss Waters seems to be even more anxious than me. Why don't you talk to Yamilet and let her give you some as well? You have such a good relationship, she can't let you make a wasted trip, can she?"Faye was quick-witted in such matters,
"I have also watched that variety show! When the door was pushed open, I was completely shocked, it was like my dream room!"Which woman didn't dream of such a house?"Yamilet is so low-key. She rarely wears the bags out, if it were me, I would take a different one every day, not repeating for a month!"Yamilet smiled and said, "Many of them were gifts from brands, I didn't buy many myself. A lot of them were for work purposes, and some of them are already outdated. Recently, I plan to organize them, throw away what needs to be thrown away, give away what needs to be given away, and make some space."These words evoke feelings of both envy and jealousy in those who hear them.Even with bags costing tens of thousands, who would just throw them away? Let's be honest, it's all about having a high status in the industry and earning a lot of money. Faye glanced at Chelsea who was wiping her phone and suddenly said, “Why don't we give Chelsea a few of those bags? Although it's a personal pr







