Chapter 33 What’s Your Game Here?

How to describe it?

It feels pretty satisfying!

Leah is the one who always acts so modest, right?

And the Nelsons, always singing Leah’s praises, convinced she’s their ticket to fame and fortune?

Well, she’s going to shatter their golden pedestal!

She’s going to make them even more “noteworthy“!

Finished

As the paramedics arrived to take Leah away, the Nelsons trailed after them, their exit marking the end of the spectacle, Charmaine dusted her hands off, gave a small clap, and strolled out with ease.

Outside of Ydris Tower, Charmaine swiftly sent a message to Rex, “I’ll transfer today’s expenses to you later.”

This was just another round of PR and groundwork for the judges and reporters–an effort that would easily rack up around a million.

Rex who was watching the live broadcast upstairs quickly replied, “I’m in a good mood today. All expenses

are on me!”

Charmaine’s smile faltered for a split second when a voice, cold and ominous as a demon’s whisper drifted from ahead, “What’s so amusing? Care to share?”

She froze on the spot.

Quickly and without drawing attention, she slipped her phone into her pocket.

Looking up, she immediately replaced her expression with a sweet, flattering smile aimed at the man in the sleek Maybach in front of her. “What a coincidence. Mr. Emyr. What brings you here?”

Emyr didn’t bother replying. His gaze had already shifted elsewhere, leaving her to admire his chiseled, indifferent profile.

motioned impatiently for her to get in the

She glanced towards the sleek black vehicle trailing behind them. “There’s no space. I’ll

“Get in.”

“But

repeating myself.”

Faced with the choice of being strangled by Emyr

a chance to

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of the car and climbed in, practically pressing herself against the door, sitting sideways as if trying to

expression dripping with disdain at her laughable attempt to go unnoticed.

smoothly rolled forward merging

perched on the edge of the seat, hardly in a stable position.

sped up, she lurched forward before

up shifting from the side near the door to dangerously close to Emyr’s leg.

his body through the slight brush of his fingers was undeniable and hard

before lifting her eyes to meet Emyr’s

dark and unreadable, more unsettling than the

tried to inch away, hoping to retreat back toward the

move, the car jerked to a sudden halt, throwing her

bad enough, Charmaine landed face–first onto

firm and warm–was that muscle?

she shot a glare at Tad, who

unfazed, simply said, “It’s just a red light, Ms. Nelson. Sit properly.”

Charmaine was speechless.

to

car, she hadn’t even had a

to sit up, only

purposely sitting like that hoping you’ll fall straight into my

how to be more full of

the distance between us just

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