The rest of the afternoon, after meeting with Safira, Jonea rushed home and quickly changed her clothes. She grabbed her bag and wallet and exited the highway to find a taxi. In the fast-moving taxi, Jonea kept checking the watch on her wrist. "It's almost 8:00 p.m., Sir. Can you drive faster? I have to be at the airport before 08.00." "Oh, Miss, this is max speed already. You chose the wrong time to travel. Tonight is the peak night of the winter festival. Everyone is taking to the streets, and traffic jams are everywhere," said the taxi driver. Jonea was so panicked and anxious. She only had at least 20 minutes to arrive at the airport and stop Aland from going to Auckland. While talking to Safira at the cafe, Jonea learns a surprising fact. "I'm not Aland's girlfriend," Safira said calmly. "I am her older sister." Those words kept ringing in Jonea's mind. She didn't think that far ahead. Safira is too beautiful and young to be an older sister to Aland. But, in fact, it is. Th

Jonea saw Hunter actually fighting the wolves that were attacking her. The girl could only stare in confusion. She had no idea how the wolf figure had suddenly appeared and attacked them. Even though Hunter looked more dominant and could deal with attacks, even countered with a landslide, Jonea was still worried. She tried to dodge, and a groan was heard behind her. Two wolves appeared behind Jonea. They growled softly and threateningly. The girl immediately turned around in an alert and ready-to-fight body position. "Who are you?" said Jonea. Two black and slightly gray wolves approached. They turned into two young men who looked very foreign. Jonea had never met them at all. One of the werewolves suddenly strangled Jonea's neck. The girl fought back and kicked him. Another werewolf hit Jonea from behind; she dodged and ducked. "Hunter!" shouted one of the werewolves who attacked Jonea. "Is this girl your girlfriend? She's pretty tough!" Hunter, who was focused on fighting, gla

The black SUV carrying Edison stops at a closed nightclub. The men in all-black suits dragged Ed by force into the club, which was full of guards, even though there were no customers. They took him to a particular room which became the office of the club administrator. During the day, the club is tranquil. There were only a few workers doing the cleaning and a few staff who looked like gangsters walking in and out of the place. Edison's hands were tied with a strong rope. He kept rebelling and didn't want to be dragged around like a loser. But, the two well-built men who carried him didn't want to let their guard down. They held tightly to Ed's arms and kept pushing until they stopped in front of the office door. One of the men knocked on the door before opening it. "Boss, we've brought him here." "Let him in," replied a gray-haired man in his 60s. The man rose from the high-backed chair holding an uncut cigar. Two bodyguards pushed the still-bound Ed to his knees in front of the

Jonea's mind was already wandering all over the place. "You want to sell me? You want to make me a whore in the club tonight?" Jonea sounded very emotional and couldn't contain her fear. "What?" asked Jay, no less surprised. He had not expected the girl before him to think that far. The old man suddenly laughed. "You think I'm going to make you a bar girl? Your expectations were too high, Young Lady. Look at you! You absolutely do not meet the qualifications to be a barmaid." Jonea looked down at herself and suddenly crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced at Jay curtly. "You don't think I deserve to be called a woman, do you?" Jonea was a little offended. "No, I didn't mean physically," Jay said. He was still laughing. "Well, you are beautiful. You also have perfect proportions, as long as you do a little makeup and wear a dress that fits. However, it's not about appearance. Your character… you are completely unsuited to be a bar girl." Jonea breathed a sigh of relief. "T

The three police officers forcibly dragged Jonea and Suzane–the former artists hiding in the 505 treatment room. As they were in the hallway, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The police officers stopped, as did Jonea and Suzane, who continued to struggle. 'Elmar?' Jonea gasped in surprise when she saw Elmar Delamo approaching them. Jonea immediately lowered her head and hid her face behind the back of one of the policemen. 'It's bad! Elmar must not know I'm here, let alone be involved in an illegal transaction.' "Mr. Delamo, you coming?" Who is one of the police officers? Jonea, who was still hiding her face, was shocked. 'Is that Elmar the culprit? Was he the one who called the police here? But how did Elmar know about this transaction?' Slap! Jonea's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a loud slap. She turned her head in surprise as Suzane slapped Elmar across the face unceremoniously in front of everyone. 'They are lovers? Gosh!' Jonea screamed in her hear