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.

thud, Emilia’s breath hitched when a force

across her eyes. In a trembling voice, she asked, “W-Who are you? How did you get in? W-What do you want for

fear, she pressed on tauntingly, “Oh,

relaxed but swiftly put on her guard again. “How did you get in? Weren’t you arrested by the police?”

depicting Anya getting arrested by the police at the bank had been spread all over the Internet. Emilia was initially pleased to learn that the police car escorting Anya had plunged into

With Anya out of the picture, there would be no one to expose

relieved knowing that Christina had no concrete evidence linking her to the matter. Once she overcame this current obstacle, she was determined to seize an opportunity to clear her tarnished reputation

proceeded to switch on all the lights, allowing Emilia to finally get a

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

sent shivers down Emilia’s spine, causing her skin to

to escape

house. Carefully, she asked, “Anya, what brings you here? I’m going through a rough patch myself, so I’m not sure how much assistance I

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

to order Emilia around

fury. Did Anya seriously barge into my house just to order me

nothing more than to kick Anya out. Alas, she wasn’t bold

cook at home. Why don’t

demanded angrily, afraid

outlaw, so Emilia dared not offend her. “Okay, I’ll whip up some pasta for you. Why don’t you take

with a sneer, “Don’t even think about playing any tricks. I’m at my wits

she forced out a smile. “We’re in this together, so I won’t be foolish enough to betray you. Hurry, go take a shower. I’ll bring you

out of the condominium and locked the door from

there’s a thief in my