Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 310 Sending Her Home

Yulia caught the scent of alcohol and tensed, fearing his drunken advances. She wanted to resist, but her position left her completely vulnerable.

Faris pressed against her, a lazy smile slowly spreading across his lips.

"Let me go," Yulia demanded, struggling fiercely until Faris finally released her.

"Still as strong as ever," he remarked with evident amusement.

Furiously adjusting her clothes, Yulia glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

She wanted to call him 'shameless' and 'creep,' but despite her anger, she swallowed her words, knowing he was her boss.

Faris crossed his arms, watching her with amusement. "This is my room. You're the one sneaking in here in the middle of the night. I should be asking what you're doing."

Realizing she was in the wrong, Yulia explained, "I lost my keys and thought they might be in one of the rooms I cleaned earlier. I came back to look for them."

"Fine," Faris replied, turning to pour himself a glass of water. "Did you drive to work?" "Yes," she answered, then quickly amended, "An electric scooter."

His light chuckle earned him a glare from Yulia.

Feeling insulted by his earlier behavior and now by his laughter, she forgot about his position. "Someone like me can't afford a fancy car like yours. If I could afford one, I wouldn't be working as a room attendant. Do you find it amusing that I ride an electric scooter to work?"

Faris admired her anger, his smile unwavering. "Not at all. Since you can't find your keys, it's my duty as your employer to help. Stay here once I'm sober, I'll drive you home." With that, he yawned and headed toward his bedroom.

"No need, I'll take a taxi," Yulia replied, turning to leave only to discover she couldn't. The electronic door was locked.

She tried to wake him to open the door, but he was already asleep, ignoring her calls. Realizing she was trapped for the night, Yulia resigned herself to sleeping on the sofa. Wary after his earlier behavior, she spent the night half-awake, drifting between consciousness until morning arrived.

When she opened her eyes, daylight was streaming through the windows. It was nearly eight o'clock.

She entered the bedroom to find Faris still sleeping. "Wake up and open the door. I'm going to be late," she said, shaking him.

"So what if you're late?" he mumbled, rolling over to continue sleeping.

Yulia was tempted to kick him. "Doesn't company policy say late arrivals get docked pay?"

"I'm the boss. I make the rules. Who would dare dock your pay?" Faris replied without opening his eyes, clutching his blanket.

speechless

it completely, and since Yulia couldn't open the door, she

persisted, accompanied by a woman's voice, "Faris, it's

Faris with a touch of schadenfreude.

to open the

so forthright, Yulia had nothing to fear-after

door, Emily's face froze upon seeing her. Emily entered, noticed Faris still in bed, and immediately jumped to conclusions. She stood at the bedroom doorway holding a

but seeing Emily's distress, she relented. "Don't get the wrong idea. Nothing happened between

his eyes to see Emily standing rigidly at the bedroom doorway.

upset, Emily reminded herself she had no

watched her briefly without offering any explanation,

he must be tired of her, which explained his indifference. Dejected, she set down the thermos and was about to leave when

clothes from the wardrobe as Faris emerged from the

Embarrassed by his near-nakedness, she placed the clothes on

discomfort, a hint of amusement playing at his

mirror, extending his arms. Emily understood the gesture he wanted her to help with his buttons, something she often

full experience. You won't find the next

her, making her heart race, forcing her to focus intently on each button. When she finished the last one, Faris pulled her close, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. Emily was flustered, unsure if she was showing confusion, infatuation, hurt, or maybe a mix

and asked with a

be angry? I know

her cheek playfully. "Nothing

would he explain himself? Did it mean he cared

the thermos she'd brought and asking what was inside. She told him it was honey

but it left a

considered quitting her job at the club. However, she couldn't bring herself to give up such well-paying, relatively easy work. She decided to

work, Yulia searched every suite meticulously again but still couldn't find her

began in the afternoon and continued into the evening. Without her keys,

waiting for a cab, a black car pulled up in front of them. The

coworkers greeted him, forcing Yulia to do the same despite her reluctance to show him any respect-in her mind, he was nothing but a hypocrite. "Get in. I'll

reluctant, she couldn't refuse without seeming odd, and the presence of her coworkers made

off the other two first, leaving Yulia alone in

done

the rearview mirror. "Are you afraid