Mia Kendall used all her strength to free a hand and flipped a nearby switch, instantly brightening the room.

Although Eric Kendall had been drugged by that wannabe model and was now burning with lust...

...he wasn’t so desperate that he would stoop to sleeping with Mia Kendall!

That would make him a true monster.

While he was still stunned, Mia Kendall slapped him hard across the face. "Bastard! Get the hell out!"

The force of the slap snapped Eric Kendall’s head to the side, and rage instantly flared within him.

"Mia Kendall, what the hell are you doing in my room?" Eric Kendall yanked her up and roared, "Are you plotting something? Trying to use this to get something on me?"

Mia Kendall shot back, exasperated, "Are you insane?! I was sleeping peacefully when you, you damn pervert, suddenly barged in! Who the hell is plotting what here?"

Just then, the wannabe model, Mandy Hughes, swayed into the room, dressed in revealing lingerie with a fox tail attached to the back.

Expecting to find Eric Kendall alone, she froze when she saw Mia Kendall.

She immediately recognized her as the woman who had fought with her over a role.

But she didn’t know Mia Kendall’s relationship with Eric Kendall.

"What are you doing here?"

Mandy Hughes pointed at her, demanding, "Are you following me here to poach my opportunities? You’re shameless!"

Mia Kendall was baffled, too. Eric Kendall was staring at her, as if demanding an explanation.

It was as if she were the one with ulterior motives, trying to sleep her way to the top.

Furious, Mia Kendall pulled out her own keycard and snapped, "Look! Isn’t this V66? Take out your keycard. Let’s compare. I refuse to believe this!"

Mandy Hughes quickly ran out, then pointed at the door and said, "That’s not right! This is clearly V69. How did you get the door open?"

In the end, they called for a club attendant and learned that a fight in the hallway earlier had damaged the room number plate—shaking it so the ’9’ looked like a ’6’. The club had already sent someone to fix it.

As for how Mia Kendall had gotten in without a card, it was because the cleaning staff had just finished with the room and hadn’t locked the door yet.

Finally vindicated, Mia Kendall looked at Eric Kendall with contempt. "Some people are really full of themselves! To actually think I wanted to sleep with him. Isn’t that disgusting?"

Mandy Hughes rushed forward and gave Mia Kendall a shove, acting like a dog guarding its food. "Do you have any idea who Young Mr. Kendall is? How dare you speak to him like that! Believe it or not, with just a lift of his finger, Young Mr. Kendall could have you blacklisted from the entire entertainment industry!"

Mia Kendall couldn’t be bothered to argue with someone like that. She just felt her luck tonight had been absolutely terrible.

That damned Eric Kendall had almost gotten her legs broken, and she could let that slide.

But just now, she’d almost been assaulted by this animal.

’The very thought is sickening!’

Mia Kendall walked straight into the bathroom to change her clothes. When she came out, she didn’t spare the sullen-faced Eric Kendall a single glance as she hurried out of the room.

Seeing that she was gone and they were no longer interrupted, Mandy Hughes swayed her hips and threw herself into Eric Kendall’s arms.

Just as she was about to act coy, Eric Kendall suddenly slapped her, seemingly venting the frustration he’d built up from his encounter with Mia Kendall.

A man’s strength was nothing like a woman’s. The force of the blow sent Mandy Hughes stumbling to the ground.

"Young Mr. Kendall..."

With tears in her eyes, she clutched her cheek and asked pitifully, "How did Mandy make Young Mr. Kendall unhappy?"

Eric Kendall squatted down, grabbed her chin, and said coldly, "I can’t stand women who think they’re clever. You know full well what you put in my drink. Trying to pull a fast one on me? You’re far too naive for that."

Mandy Hughes stared at the man before her in disbelief. With his dark expression, this Eric Kendall showed none of his usual humorous, flirtatious charm.

"Get out!"

He shoved Mandy Hughes aside in disgust, pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, every gesture making his contempt for her painfully clear.

Terrified, Mandy Hughes scrambled to her feet and stumbled out of the room.

...

「The next day」

As the morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains, Eve Vaughn opened her sleepy eyes. The sight of the unfamiliar surroundings brought back memories of the previous night in a rush.

Although she hadn’t lost her virginity, her sore, aching hands were a clear reminder of the shameless things she had done last night.

Even now, the man’s arm was still wrapped around her waist. Eve Vaughn’s face burned, hot and red. ’How am I going to face him when he wakes up?’

Eve Vaughn gazed at the man’s handsome profile as he slept and prayed silently. ’Please, don’t let him bring up last night when he wakes up. Otherwise, I’ll be so embarrassed I’ll want to crawl into a hole and die.’

"What are you thinking about?"

The man’s sudden voice made Eve Vaughn jump.

She looked at him in surprise. "You’re awake?"

"Mm," the man replied. He took her hand, tracing his thumb over it lightly as he said with deep meaning, "These are quite the capable little hands."

Startled, Eve Vaughn snatched her hand back from his, her face flushing so deeply it felt like blood might drip from her cheeks.

’I always thought Mason Lawson was one of those cold, self-disciplined types,’ she thought. ’A workaholic with little interest in women.’

’But I never expected him to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing!’

Eve Vaughn scrambled up nervously. "I need to get up, or I’ll be late for class."

Mason Lawson watched the young woman flee like a frightened fawn, a slight smile touching his lips.

He then called his assistant, Neil Kane. "You have half an hour. Go buy a woman’s outfit and bring it here."

After giving the order, he headed for the bathroom as well.

The young woman was diligently washing her face and brushing her teeth. Her brow furrowed noticeably when she saw him enter.

Noticing her look of distaste, Mason Lawson glanced at her. "What is it? The vanity is plenty big. I’m not in your way, am I?"

An image of the previous night flashed through Eve Vaughn’s mind. Seeing the man’s refreshed and vigorous reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t help but feel the stinging irony of the situation.

She finally mustered her courage and said seriously, "Mr. Lawson, I hope you can show me some respect from now on."

"Have I not been respectful enough?"

Mason Lawson finished brushing his teeth at a leisurely pace, then looked at her intently. "If I hadn’t respected you," he said, "you wouldn’t be getting out of bed today."