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.

later, a shift in the back seat broke the

in his pockets and

woman’s

parking

bodyguards to keep an eye on her, Galilea knew that he

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

him coming to her in the dead of night just two days

Galilea exclaimed, the sleepiness

she stood up promptly, intending to change into a new outfit. However,

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

on some lipstick, threw on a short coat from her closet, grabbed her room key,

called in the underground parking, her voice echoing in

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