The Love that Never Really Dies

“Sebastian…” This man looks so grim.

On his chiseled face, every line and curve contributed to his unnerving hostility. Between his brows were creased lines from frowning. A strong gust of murderous rage emanated from him, and not to forget, the horrifying look of his desire to skin Sasha alive and crush her into pieces was blasting from his eyes.

“You’re getting bolder, huh?” Towering over her, he gave her a death stare for a good few seconds before spitting those words out.

Instantly, Sasha obediently admitted her fault. “Yeah, I’m at fault. I shouldn’t have come here alone to discuss business with that kind of people. You know, no one has ever taught me anything. I’ve never worked in this industry, so I’m clueless. That’s why I came when he asked me to.”

What? Did I hear it wrong? No one taught her? What about those reminders I told her this morning?

Brandon, who was at a corner, was left speechless and wanted to serve her a tight slap so desperately.

Luckily, he knew Sebastian was not easy to be fooled with either.

“You’re clueless? I see that you’re having a great time drinking with him just now. It was such a great time that you almost sat on his lap!”

“Huh?” Sasha, who was still teary-eyed, was shocked to hear that.

Just now? How would I remember when I’m drunk? But since he’s so angry about it, does that mean he’s jealous? He must be jealous, right?

Sasha was instantly ecstatic.

“I-I was forced to drink just now. He said he’d sign the contract with me if I drank five glasses. He’s the old client of the Wand family; I must clinch the deal.”

did not say

I swear. Look, I’ve prepared my needles. I’ll kill him if he ever tries to take advantage of

Sasha specifically fished out a long and thin needle from the

action and at a loss of words because of how

waste of talent that she didn’t

a mixture of people from all walks of life. It

just like that; but of course, with Sasha along

heaved a huge breath of

him in her hands again. This time, she would

a five-star hotel, Sebastian stopped the car and

back

“Yes, Mr. Hayes.”

Thymion. I don’t want to see

to toe as he

What

at once. “I don’t want to go to Thymion. I’m still filming.

a contemptuous smile. “Sure, you can. But I can guarantee you’ll disappear from showbiz within three days. Perhaps you can end

“You-”

infuriated that his

way he could go against the

comfort him, only to get stared at by two sharp gazes. Immediately, she tucked her head in unwittingly and stayed