No Strings Attached

The video had been taken in a hotel room in France, where lan had been set up that night.

Inebriated, he lay sprawled on the bed, unconscious, but every time Helena tried to get close to him, he deftly avoided her advances. Throughout the whole charade, not once did their skin even graze each other.

The entire scene was nothing but a farce orchestrated by Helena herself. So Elle had been right all along. The case involving lan was all about pulling her from the depths of despair.

Yet, it had cost him a fortune.

Accustomed to a life of luxury, lan had spent over a fortnight in a dank, dreary cell, even subjected to the pecking order established by his tough jail inmates.

He had stooped so low, all to see her rise again.

She had to admit that without this case involving lan, regaining her former glory would have taken at least six months, and as time passed, the industry might have forgotten her, sealing her fate.

tears. She quickly shut down her

a longing for love, just as

rain outside, her slight figure plunged into the misty downpour, all to

in bed, poring over some documents, when he heard the door burst open.

dripping down her face. Her eyes were bloodshot as she gazed at him. Sᴇaʀch

was an umbrella in the car; why did you run through the rain?' Sensing something amiss, he grabbed a towel

quivering from the cold, her voice

paused for a moment but

the rain from Clara's face, his voice soft. "I didn't set it up. I

"You had evidence to prove your

them to see just how formidable my Clara is. I wanted to teach them a lesson, that's all," he explained, stroking her cheek, never once boasting about his own role in the victory. Overwhelmed by the tenderness in his eyes, Clara