Chapter: 455

Perhaps because he was born out of wedlock.

His very existence was seen as a mistake from the very beginning.

In the middle of the night, a black Cayenne eased into the underground parking lot of the hotel, temporary home to the Cloudwater Town film crew.

“We’ve arrived, sir,” the driver announced, glancing at Tyrone’s resting form reflected in the rearview mirror.

“Okay,” Tyrone murmured, his eyelids remaining shuttered, his form suggesting sleep.

Detecting the strong scent of alcohol in the car, the driver hesitated, unsure whether to persist in reminding him.

a shift in the back seat broke the

pockets and took out his

echoed momentarily before a surprised woman’s

at the parking lot

sent bodyguards to keep an eye on her, Galilea knew

her life as a bargaining chip. Instead, she had to film while awaiting her

her in the dead

Galilea exclaimed, the sleepiness evaporating

intending to change into a new outfit. However, before proceeding, she had a

signs of lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire for sleep was a floral slip

moment’s consideration, she slicked on some lipstick, threw on a short coat from her closet, grabbed her

she called in the underground parking, her voice echoing in the

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