Jean arrived at Club Elegance. When she mentioned Anne’s name, someone brought her to the room.She was taken aback when she stepped into the room. Anne did not tell her on the phone that there would be so many people here.She did not like the way those men leered at her. It disgusted her, making her feel naked.“Oh, here is the superstar. Please come sit down here.”Anne quickly got up and brought Jean in front of Etan. “This is Etan. Etan Mann.”‘Etan Mann from the Mann family!’ Jean was surprised. She did not know that Anne’s boyfriend was Etan Mann, the eldest son of the Mann family.She had long heard about Etan Mann, a name synonymous with the rich and the powerful in this city.She now met him for the first time. Not that she had not seen men with such a good-looking face before—in fact, there were tons of such a man in show business. Yet her heart still fluttered involuntarily. She held out her hand to him. “Hello, I am Jean.”Her burgundy nails contrasted with the fai

Jean looked frivolous as if she was an actual slut. Despite that, her eyes were lustrous and incredibly beautiful.The more she behaved this way, the more aroused Jason was.“Can I jump the queue?” Jason asked.She blew a ring of smoke at his face. The smoke dispersed upon hitting him and left behind the smell of nicotine.“I am afraid not.”She chuckled into Jason’s ears. “Hey, boy. If you want me, you have got to follow my rules.”She knew that it was pointless to say anything else as they all would still see her as a shameless, mean woman who would do anything, anyway.They looked down on her but coveted her body.They thought they could trample on her dignity wantonly with the power in their hands.But she would not waste her time to explain, as they were not worthy of her time.She might as well tell them directly, ‘Yeah, I am the kind of woman you all are talking about. But you all will never get me.’As for fame, she couldn’t care less about it. She was in her worst m

“It was my fault. I shouldn’t have asked you to come. But now you have got Jason’s attention. I am afraid that from now on…” Anne shook her head with a sigh, “I am sorry. I didn’t know they would behave like this. Had I known it earlier, I wouldn’t have—”“Did you really have no idea, or did you just want to use me to please your boyfriend’s friends?” Jean interrupted her.Anne looked at her in disbelief, her mouth agape.The next second, tears flowed down her cheeks, as if not Jean, but she was the victim.“How can you say that? I thought you knew me well?” Anne said.Jean said nothing but just looked her in the eyes.She was unsure if it was her or the alcohol. She could not see the slightest guilt in Anne’s eyes.But her stare unnerved Anne.“I know you are angry. What happened today is hard for you. I don’t blame you. We will talk about it later when you calm down.”Anne covered her face and left as if she was sad. But she knew she was just running away.Jean let the fauc

Anne was anxious when she returned and did not see Etan in the roomThe thought of Etan bumping into Jean unsettled her.She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally returned.As Etan sat down, she moved closer to him with an apologetic look. "I am sorry, Etan. It was my fault. Please don't blame Jean—she just has a bad temper, a little spoiled being surrounded by guys. Otherwise, she is really nice."So the underlying message was, Jean was an easy woman, while she was a well-mannered, fine lady."I know." Etan gave a perfunctory reply. His phone vibrated in his hand. He took a look and got to his feet."I have something on. Someone will send you back later."Anne saw the impatience in his eyes. She quietly gritted her teeth, but maintained a gentle smile on her face. "It is okay. Go ahead. I can take care of myself."Her fingernails sank into the skin of her palms as she thought of the way Etan looked at Jean just now.Jean was a threat to her. She would not have peace of mi

Jean did not know that the worst had yet to come.An online stream of a certain platform suddenly flooded with tens of millions of viewers.A man was sitting in front of the camera. He was chubby, haggard, and stubbled. He had a pair of bloodshot eyes. His hair was so greasy that it almost dripped with oil. There was an ashtray on the table that was full of cigarette butts.“Hi, everyone. My name is John Page. I was the manager of the late actress Elaina Lee two-and-a-half years ago. I have never had a good night’s sleep after her death. The sight of her tragic death has been haunting me, and she kept asking me why I didn’t tell the truth whenever I closed my eyes,” the man said.“Just like someone said two days ago, Elaina’s death was not an accident. It was Jean Mitchell. She stole Elaina’s boyfriend and hired a group of men to assault her sexually—all that for a role in a movie. Elaina could not stand the humiliation and killed herself by jumping off a building.”The man cried