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.”

not say

sat on his lap, I swear. Look, I’ve prepared my needles. I’ll kill him if he ever

specifically fished out a long and thin needle from the pocket on her

a loss of words because of

waste of talent that she didn’t become

After all, he was an influential figure at a place with a mixture of people

just like that; but

heaved a huge breath

him in her hands again. This time, she

Sebastian stopped the car and

her back

“Yes, Mr. Hayes.”

take him to Thymion. I don’t

chilly aura from head to toe as he pointed to the two and commanded immediate execution

heck. What is he

don’t want to go to Thymion. I’m still filming. Why must

can guarantee you’ll disappear from showbiz within three days. Perhaps you can end up fishing at the

“You-”

so infuriated that his

was no way he could go against the powerful

get stared at by two sharp gazes.