Let Me Stay The Night

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.

when a force grasped her

as fear flashed across her eyes. In a trembling voice, she asked,

be thriving lately, huh? I can barely 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 at how terrified you are. You’re a far

on her

bank had been spread all over the Internet.

a stroke of luck. With Anya out of the picture, there would be no one to expose their past collaboration in scheming against

the matter. Once she overcame this current obstacle, she was determined to seize an opportunity to clear her tarnished reputation and make a comeback in

allowing Emilia to finally get a good

off her clothes stained Emilia’s pristine carpet. Her face was

down Emilia’s spine, causing her skin to crawl

an accident to escape

that this wasn’t the time to ask how Anya barged into her house. Carefully, she asked, “Anya, what brings you here? I’m

you suspected, I was apprehended by the police, but I managed to escape,” Anya stated nonchalantly, collapsing onto the couch. She grabbed an apple from the coffee table and began devouring it. “I haven’t eaten in hours. Cook something

began to order Emilia

seriously barge into my house

so Emilia wanted nothing more than to kick Anya out. Alas, she wasn’t bold enough

at home. Why don’t I order some food for you?”

Anya demanded angrily, afraid that someone else might discover her

some pasta for you. Why

Emilia with a sneer, “Don’t even think about playing any tricks. I’m at my wits end, so if you force me any further, I’ll make sure you

so I won’t be

in the bathroom, she sneaked out of the condominium and locked the door from outside.

there’s a thief in my house. My