Ben wore a concerned expression. "What should I do?"
Andrew pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a glint of scheming in his eyes. "Deal with a freak using freak methods."
"You mean?"
"I've got a plan. Teach him a lesson, make sure he never comes near Liora again."
"Really? Thanks a ton!"
"We're brothers, no need to thank me. Colin and I will help."
Colin: ???
...
Dunk stormed out of the hospital, his face dark with anger, leaning on his cane, flanked by two bodyguards.
"Sir, watch your step."
"Now you tell me to watch my step? Where were you when I was getting beaten up?" Dunk threw a stack of discharge papers at one of them, spitting. "Useless crap!"
He frowned, remembering the humiliation, gritting his teeth. "Damn it, that brat better not cross my path again, or I'll make him pay!"
The bodyguards lowered their heads. "Sir, are we heading home now?"
"Home? Tonight, we're having so
Andrew interrupted their banter. "Alright, enough. Regardless, tonight's performance was well done. I'm quite... satisfied." Colin was certain. Andrew was just here for the fun. Ben suddenly remembered something. "Colin, why do you carry a knife with you? Isn't that too dangerous?" "It's fake." Colin revealed the plastic knife from beside him, used for cutting cakes. Ben: ... Life truly is a stage and we are all actors. Colin lifted his head, his beautiful eyes falling on Andrew in the driver's seat. "Andrew, what's your plan next?" "Yeah, there's a half-dead guy in the trunk, it's terrifying, like burying a body after a murder," Ben said, poking his handsome face out, nibbling on his finger nervously. "What if someone finds out?" Andrew bit his cigarette, a sly smile curling his thin lips. "I've already thought about that." ... Next Morning Liora arrived at the hospital early.
Ben: "You guys came just in time." "I asked you to bring my angel here. Where is she?" Anthony crossed his arms, looking displeased. Hmph. It had been forty-three days and ten hours since he last saw his angel! "Diana isn't here." "Huh? Where did she go?" "None of your damn business!" Thinking of his little sister being in John's house, Ben felt a pang in his heart. Leo leaned over. "Where did you go last night?" Ben hung his head. "Don't mention it. I spent the whole night tossing and turning, exhausted." A silence fell over the car. Leo: "Tossing and turning?" Anthony: "All night?" Ben: ... Damn it. What are they thinking? Ben quickly explained the incident of beating up Dunk last night to the two. After listening, Anthony became displeased. "You're not fair, Ben. Such an interesting thing, why didn't you take me with you?" Ben glanced at him. "Wh
"That's not entirely wrong." Tony chuckled slightly. So Ben hadn't figured out the relationship between him and Andrew yet, thinking they were just friends. Ben suddenly asked, "What do you think of Andrew?" "In what aspect?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "In every aspect." Tony rubbed his chin with his slender, fair fingers, pondering for a moment. "He's good, always been outstanding." From appearance to career, to... other skills. "All good in your opinion?" Ben made a helpless expression. "Everyone sees Andrew in suits and glasses, thinking he's a perfect young talent, but in reality, he's quite cunning. I don't know how many times he's bullied me since we were kids. People wouldn't believe it if I told them." Tony nodded. "Indeed, he's quite good at pretending." Elegant in public, but a beast in private. "Yeah, exactly!" Ben nodded vigorously. "You're so right. Seems like yo
Under Tony's guidance and Ramingo's watchful eye, the previously rowdy trio became much more cooperative. Their coordination was better than expected, and they wrapped up around four in the afternoon. Ben and the others returned to the rest area. After changing his clothes, Ben picked up his phone and noticed two missed calls. Both were from Liora. He quickly returned the call, and she answered promptly. "Done with your busy day?" Liora's voice came through slowly. "Yeah, been shooting for the magazine cover all day, didn't have much time to check my phone," Ben's voice softened, dripping with charm. "What's up, Liora? Anything urgent?" Liora cut straight to the chase, "Was the Dunk thing your doing?" Ben hesitated for a moment before admitting it. "Yeah... Do you think I was too impulsive?" "A bit." Ben anticipated a scolding. But before he could say he'd be more cautious next time, Liora asked, "
The video clearly showed Amelia's ugly face, not only was her language rude and lacking manners, but she also splashed coffee on herself, threatening to frame Leah. With this bombshell, both Amelia and her fans were heavily criticized. With her reputation in tatters, all her endorsement deals were canceled one after another. Under immense pressure, Amelia's studio issued a statement, apologizing, and announced her indefinite withdrawal from the entertainment industry, essentially forcing her out. Thus, Leah succeeded. Emily looked at Leah. "So, with tomorrow morning's rare half-day break, what are you planning to do?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Sure enough, Leah didn't hesitate: "I'm going to find my darling Colin. I'll go tonight. Heh heh, I'll see if he's available." Leah pulled out her phone, about to make a call, when a male voice suddenly came from behind her. "Hello."
But the reality seemed quite the opposite—she appeared to be the more proactive one. And the young man with her had a calm demeanor, almost bordering on coldness. Wesley felt an unexplainable surge of frustration. This guy... his attitude was far too aloof! Where was the romantic spark? Leah linked fingers with Colin, waving at the nearby Wesley with a complex expression on his face. "See you later! I'm heading home with my boyfriend!" Wesley nodded stiffly in response, his grip tightening slightly. As his gaze shifted to the young man beside her, he was met with a cold, piercing stare from Colin. Studying Colin's refined features, Wesley furrowed his brow. Why did he seem familiar? Before he could ponder further, Colin turned away, leading Leah along as they walked away. Wesley stood there, seething with unspent frustration. He clenched his fists and threw a few punches into the air in anger. Behind him, Wesley
Leah pouted, "Did you just express your love? Say it again, I want to hear!" Damn it! Who would have thought that tonight's events would bring out his domineering side! Totally worth it! Leah's excited legs were turning to jelly, but the person behind her remained silent. Frustrated, she muttered, "If you're not going to speak, I'll just go find Wesley tomorrow. Then you'll be without your stunning girlfriend, don't come crying to me... ouch!" She took a sharp breath, feeling the pain radiating from her shoulder, she twisted her petite face. "You bite me!" "Mutual," he replied flatly. Leah blinked. Was this payback for biting him in the car? Her gaze shifted, surrendering automatically. "Okay, I'm sorry, I was just teasing you." She whispered softly, "I love you to death, how could I possibly have feelings for someone else? Don't you know that..." Her voice was gentle, tinged with a hint of coquett
Wesley: "Can't you be a bit more comforting?" Yvaine: "Let me tell you something." "What?" "About that Hollywood movie," Yvaine said slowly, "the role I was originally fighting for you, guess who got it?" "I don't care about that now," Wesley sounded dejected, "She rejected me, I'm feeling extremely down, let's talk about work later, Yvaine." Yvaine's voice came softly, "That role, went to Ben Thompson." "What?!" Wesley kicked open the car door, sending the bottle of beer crashing. Fury blazed in his eyes. "How could it be that idiot? Damn it!" Wesley pounded the steering wheel, his temples throbbing with rage. Anyone but him, why did it have to be that idiot?! Last time, losing everything but his underwear at the music awards was bad enough, now he's being overshadowed by Ben in the film industry too?! Wesley felt like hanging himself on the spot out of sheer frustration.