Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 194

"Haha... Stephan, looks like it's finally your turn today."

...

Meanwhile, at a seven-star hotel in the center of Khogend, Abbie sat on the couch in the top-floor suite, surrounded by empty wine bottles scattered on the floor.

Jamie hurried in to stop her. "Abbie, you have work tomorrow. You can't drink anymore!"

Abbie paused for a moment before laughing and pouring herself another drink. "There won't be anymore after this."

"Stop fooling around! Everyone knows you're at the peak of your career right now. There's a long line of offers for you to choose from. Your first leading movie just came out, and although it's only been two days and the box office isn't great, that's normal. What are you worried about?"

"It's not about the box office..."

With red-rimmed eyes, Abbie looked utterly lost. Tears gradually welled up as despair filled her gaze. "He knows I lied to him..."

Jamie froze, her heart tightening. "What did you say? Mr. Russell knows? He knows you're not the woman he slept with that night?" Abbie choked up and nodded.

Jamie collapsed onto the floor, muttering, "When you took that risk, I knew it would eventually be exposed since it was a lie. I just didn't think it would happen so soon..." "Jamie, what should I do now?"

"I don't know."

of them looked at each other

drink. This time, Jamie didn't stop her. She murmured to herself, "I was

strong alcohol burned in her

"smarten up" sent a chill down her spine. At that moment, she realized that he had already seen

"compensation", and received the coveted resources many envied, but she still let it slip that her backer was Stephan, spreading rumors about their supposed relationship. She thought he wouldn't care about those rumors, which could become true over

But who knew...

eyes. The image of his face, which had once made her dizzy with admiration, went away, and... Felicia appeared

She felt

crucial in that flash

ince she had stumbled

and a suspicion

Fuller... So, it

you talking about? Which

there wasn't anyone named Felicia Fuller in their circle,

have

"Jamie!"

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her gaze was a mix of drunkenness and madness.

...

visited the

had been ill for some time; his hair had turned even grayer, and he no longer seemed

Clive who