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Outside the hospital.Ray flicked his coat in visible disgust, as if trying to shake off every trace of Snow’s scent.Then he looked at Calvin and asked, “Why are you still hanging around with those two?”Calvin slid one hand into his pocket. His right arm ached slightly from overuse while driving yesterday—there was still a bit of numbness lingering.“Why not?” he replied coolly.Ray scoffed, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he cast a glance through the glass doors toward where Adriana was helping Snow to a seat.“You really think she’s some meat-and-potatoes, decent type? I’ve seen a lot of people like them. Not good men or good women. You’d better be careful or you’ll end up getting played. Vampires—once they start sucking, they don’t stop until you’re dry. Look at her friend—just to get a role in a damn TV show, she nearly ruined h

Ray deliberately got out of the car a step earlier, standing at the hotel entrance with his arms crossed and a sneer tugging at his lips.“Well, what a coincidence,” he drawled. “We meet again.”Back in the car, Calvin had already seen Ray’s vehicle trailing them through the rearview mirror—not too close, not too far. Deliberate.“You’re very free, aren’t you?” Calvin said calmly as he stepped out.Ray smirked. “Of course. I’m on vacation.”Calvin replied flatly, “I’m busy.”“Oh? Busy with what? You seem even freer than I am.”“Looking for someone.”Ray narrowed his eyes. “What kind of person do you need to find personally? Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten what the doctors said today. If you keep straining that arm, it could be permanently damaged. You want to end up a one-armed man?&rd

“In the group? And even knows his room number?”That meant the whole crew probably knew Ray was staying at this hotel.That dead woman Snow—she really didn’t know fear.Very good. Very good at digging things up.Ray took a long drag from his cigarette, then exhaled with visible disgust.“Put your clothes on and stand to the side.”Morgan didn’t argue. She quickly gathered her skirt, slipping it back on with trembling fingers. Quietly, she stepped into the corner, eyes lowered, lips pressed together. She didn’t dare say a word.But... if Ray wasn’t going to sleep with her, why hadn’t he let her go?What was he planning to do?Morgan glanced at Ray’s face. His expression was unreadable, but the murderous aura rolling off him was unmistakable. Her breath hitched—she didn’t dare think too deeply.Ding-dong.The doorbell rang again, ec

Calvin’s expression didn’t change as he said calmly, “You’ll only add to the chaos if you go out now. Since you and Snow already discussed countermeasures, shouldn’t you trust her to handle the rest? She wants that role. If she can’t even deal with a bit of competition in the hallway, how’s she going to survive three months of life on set?”Damn it.It was underhanded and manipulative — but also strangely convincing.Adriana sighed, a little self-deprecating. “So it really is impossible to stir up trouble under your nose. You figured out our plan that fast?”Through the peephole, Calvin watched the scene unfold outside.Six women crowded together in the hallway, their expressions sour and tense. They huddled off to the side, likely afraid of paparazzi catching this embarrassing moment. And right in the middle of them stood Ray — casually dressed in nothing but a bathrobe.Calvin didn’t need to guess what had gone on behind that door. The signs were clear: messy hair, smudged makeup, s

Adriana looked down at her hands and couldn’t help but laugh softly to herself.She really knew how to get herself into trouble.The head of the bed was pressed against the wall, and there was no space for her to stand behind him. She frowned and reminded him, “You need to lie in the opposite direction. This setup isn’t convenient.”Without waiting for his response, she grabbed a pillow and placed it near his feet—half expecting Calvin to kick her out in a fit of annoyance.She knew how particular he was—especially about cleanliness.Letting him rest where his feet had just been? That was practically asking for death.But Calvin didn’t say a word.Instead, he got up quietly, walked to the foot of the bed, flipped the quilt around, and lay back down—calm, unbothered.Adriana raised a hand to her forehead, speechless.“…Okay then.”Apparently, when it came to getting some sleep, even Calvin was capable of compromise.Adriana dimmed the LED strip lights along the ceiling, leaving only a