She took her friend's advice and walked into the man's room, the man she had long had a secret crush on. Yet, when she was pushed into the wrong room–everything changed overnight. One night in the unknown brought her to a different fate. It would become the source of her troubles as she drowned in rumors, gossip, and all kinds of harsh words. The media slandered her and alienated her from her family. She tried to run away from him, to escape, but it was already too late. He had come to regard her as his destiny.
Along the corridor of the hotel, two beautiful women were pushing and pulling at each other. Several cleaners passing by couldn't help but look at them.
"Astrid, I don't think this is a good idea!"
A beautiful woman in a light blue dress was hesitant about going into the room while a woman in a black shirt pushed her forward.
"What's the matter now? I think Veron is drunk. Would you rather another woman take care of him? Stop being silly! This is your chance! Grab it! Just take care of him for a whole night. Nothing else! I'm sure he will appreciate that. He'll probably talk to you tomorrow and confess to you or something," The women in black widened her eyes and snapped.
"But..."
Leila Song was still a little hesitant but Astrid Li had already pushed her into the room. "It's fine," she said. "Just take care of him!"
Astrid Li promptly slammed the door shut. She then turned, grabbed a baseball cap from her bag and placed it at the top of her head, a faint and evil smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She then took her phone out and sent a message. When everything was ready, she fixed her cap so that it covered her face and walked away.
Meanwhile, Leila Song was already inside the room, her heart beating fast. She turned the light on, trying to gather herself. She figured she was just going to take care of Veron and that was it-no more, no less.
After taking several breaths to calm herself down, she finally walked further inside the room.
A man lay on the bed-his white shirt tight around his body. He smelled heavily of alcohol which made Leila frown. She thought to herself, 'Why did Veron drink so much?'
Still, she had some strange feeling stirring up in her chest. She walked toward the bed, stood by it and lowered her head to examine his face closely.
When the man's face came to her view, she was taken aback. He was handsome and his cheeks were tinged with a red hue-probably from the alcohol. He had an evil and knowing look to his face. He was definitely the most handsome man Leila had seen and this man was definitely not Veron Lian. 'Did Astrid take me to the wrong room?'
Before she could react, she saw that the man in bed suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her with his deep, black eyes.
*****
The warm sunshine shone through the curtains. The woman curling up in the man's arms slightly opened her eyes.
Leila Song froze as she stared at his handsome face. Suddenly, all her memories came flooding back to her. She squealed as she grabbed the quilt tightly and moved backwards.
The man was taken aback by Leila's squeal and opened his eyes rather furiously. He rubbed his forehead and stared at Leila, watching the shift of expression on her face.
"What? Shame on you! I'm not letting you get away with this!"
Leila Song roared with resentment, her voice hoarse. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying too much the previous night.
Upon hearing this, the man paused and turned his head to squint at her. Without saying a word, he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.
"What are you doing? How arrogant!" Leila Song held the quilt so tightly that she couldn't even breathe.
As expected, he stopped, turned back and grabbed his checkbook and a pen. He swiftly scribbled something before tearing the check off and throwing it to Leila's direction. "Is that enough?"
Staring at the check, Leila sat up and pointed her finger at him. "What do you mean? Do you think l care about your money? Well, for your information, the last thing I need is money!"
Hearing that, the man looked back at her calmly. If one looked carefully, one could see the dark gleam in his eyes.
Leila suddenly realized that she'd caught a cold as the quilt was sliding down form her body. Flushing, she quickly grabbed it so she could cover herself again. "What are you looking at? Do you really think I'm going to let you get away with this?" she shouted at him.
The man, named Max Mu, then thought of something. He knew that he'd enjoyed his night with this woman regardless of how she was acting now. Although he couldn't remember clearly what happened last night, he could still recall that they'd made love to each other.
He then walked toward the bed, to which Leila responded by sitting back. He forcibly pulled her into his arms.
"Be my woman."
She could feel his hot breath on her neck. She turned her head and stretched out her arms to create some distance between them. "In your dreams! I don't care about your money!"
She couldn't push him away and she was afraid that he would do something to her. She then started to sob.
Max Mu froze. The way she was acting now only made her more irresistible. She wasn't as beautiful as he'd thought she was but she had delicate features that he loved. Her sexy collarbone only aroused Max further. He then lowered his head to cover her mouth with his.
"Well, You... I... I agree. You go take a shower."
Max Mu didn't stop until she mumbled and laughed softly. Then he went to the bathroom.
As soon as he entered the bathroom, she immediately wiped her mouth. She was just tricking him. Once she had the chance, she would call the police so they could arrest this bastard!
She quickly got dressed. However, she realized that the sex marks on her arms would then be exposed so she grabbed his coat and put it on. As she left, she made sure she didn't make any sound.
When Max Mu came out of the bathroom, he couldn't find the woman anymore. And his coat was gone.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He ran a towel through his hair as he walked toward the table where his phone was.
"Hello, Mr. Mu. I'm downstairs right now but reporters are swarming the place. They don't seem to be here for you so I don't really know what's going on."
Upon hearing this, he was unable to move. He then glanced toward the bed as he realized something. In a low voice, he said, "I don't know yet either. Don't come up. If you see them interviewing a woman, bring her up first."
The person on the other end of the line was slightly stunned when he heard this. However, he just immediately agreed.
Meanwhile, Leila was extremely embarrassed. She was wearing a man's coat and acting rather strangely as she walked in the hotel. It was easy to tell what was going on so others couldn't help but stare at her.
When she walked to the exit of the hotel, she was shocked by the number of reporters. She quickly turned around to go back but was immediately spotted by an eagle-eyed reporter who then screamed, "She's here! She's here!"
With that, reporters swarmed her.
"Miss Song, why are you leaving this hotel alone?"
"Why are you wearing a man's jacket? Were you here last night?"
Leila Song was confused and she didn't know what to respond to any of them. She had nowhere to go as she was completely surrounded.
"Excuse me!"
At this moment, a group of security guards suddenly came over to drive away the group of reporters. Leila immediately breathed a sigh of relief when a strange man in a black suit appeared in front of her.
"Miss, please come with me,"
the man said in a low voice. It was obvious that he was making an effort to be discreet. The reporters were already being contained by hotel security but they were persistent as all reporters were.
"Who are you?"
Leila glared at him. She tried to head for the back door of the hotel. The strange man in the black suit was just about to catch up when he received another call which made him stop.
Leila was successfully able to escape. She immediately hailed a cab, ignoring the weird look the driver had on his face. She lowered her head as she told him where to go.
The driver was a bit taken aback when he heard where they were headed. It was a villa district. He couldn't believe this woman was going there.
The car hummed along the road. Leila sat in the backseat, her mind restless. She didn't even realize they'd already arrived and she had to be told by the driver to get off.
The villa district was massive. She walked along the path. When she saw the small door, she pushed it open upon realizing it was unlocked. No one was there. She snuck up to her room on the second floor.
She took a shower and changed into a new set of clothes. She made sure to wear something with long sleeves. When she opened the door, she saw Sophia Yuan, her father's second wife, just about to knock.
She asked coldly, "What's up?"
Sophia Yuan was in her mid-thirties. She looked rather young especially for her age.
"Oh, Leila, you're finally back. I saw someone go up the second floor. I thought I saw it wrong but it really is you!" Sophia Yuan said anxiously, frowning. Leila then pressed, sounding impatient, "What's up?"
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