A Crazy Night Novel

Emilia cowered in a corner and urged, “What are you doing? Come on in!”

Startled by Emilia’s erratic behavior, the assistant hastily followed suit and entered the elevator. Emilia, now visibly more composed and sober, swiftly pressed the button for their intended floor.

Plucking up her courage, the assistant asked, “Emilia, what’s wrong?” Considering Emilia’s relatively short tenure in the entertainment industry, she shouldn’t have made too many enemies just yet.

Emilia glared at her. “What’s with the questions? That’s none of your business!”

With haste, Emilia hurried out of the elevator, closely followed by her piteous assistant who was scolded for nothing.

As Emilia used her fingerprint to unlock the door to her condominium, she caught a glimpse of her assistant, who was still following her persistently, which ignited a surge of anger within her.

“Did Melissa ask you to keep an eye on me? I may be drunk, but I’m not disabled! It’s not like I’d cause her trouble. If there’s nothing else, you can leave now. Stop appearing in front of me all the time. You’re becoming a nuisance,” Emilia snapped.

Emilia yanked the door open and stalked in, slamming the door shut after her.

The assistant rolled her eyes and left.

The house was enveloped in darkness, and Emilia’s head throbbed with pain. Leaning against the cabinet, she fumbled for the light switch.

Her hand came into contact with something warm on the wall.

This is strange. Since when did I install a heater behind the door?

Perplexed, Emilia tightly gripped the warm object, giving it a few firm squeezes. Unexpectedly, the thing grasped her wrist in response. In an instant, a dark figure materialized and forcefully pushed Emilia against the door.

Emilia’s breath hitched when a force grasped

she asked, “W-Who are you? How did you get in? W-What do you want for me?”

recognize you,” Anya said in a hoarse voice. Sensing Emilia’s fear, she pressed on tauntingly, “Oh, the countless misdeeds you’ve committed. Just look

unwanted visitor was Anya, Emilia relaxed but swiftly put on her guard again. “How did you get in? Weren’t you

arrested by the police at the bank had been spread all over the Internet. Emilia was

of the picture, there would

Christina had no concrete evidence linking her to the matter. Once she overcame this current obstacle, she was determined to seize an opportunity

on all the lights, allowing Emilia

clothes stained Emilia’s pristine carpet. Her face was as pale as a sheet, and her wrinkled skin was covered in wounds,

shivers down Emilia’s spine, causing her skin to crawl with

accident to escape from the

into her house. Carefully, she asked, “Anya, what brings you here? I’m going through a

collapsing onto the couch. She grabbed an apple from the coffee table and began devouring it. “I haven’t eaten in hours. Cook something for me!”

to order

seething in fury. Did Anya seriously barge into my house just to

more than to kick Anya out. Alas, she wasn’t bold enough to do so.

at home. Why don’t I order

cook for me,” Anya demanded angrily, afraid that someone else

an outlaw, so Emilia dared not offend her. “Okay, I’ll whip up some pasta for you. Why don’t you take a shower and change into clean clothes?”

about playing any tricks.

face turned ashen as she forced out a smile. “We’re in this together, so I won’t be foolish

she sneaked out of the condominium and locked the door from outside. Pulling her phone out, she called

there’s a thief in my house.