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Tatiana had just finalized her contract with Austen, eagerly anticipating the start of their filming the next day. Everything seemed to be falling into place, but the sudden controversy surrounding Austen had thrown a wrench into their plans.
She was so furious that she swept the coffee cup off the table with a quick swipe of her hand.
The cup shattered on the floor with a crashing sound. Tatiana stood up, her face pale and livid.
“Release a statement now. Announce the termination of the contract with Austen. Then, demand the liquidated damages.”
Austen was insatiably greedy and never satisfied. But all his scheming led to nothing, and his efforts were in vain.
When Global Entertainment released its statement, everyone realized Austen had already lined up a better opportunity for himself. Little did he expect that just as he was about to use that opportunity, he’d be back at square one.
Austen sat in the middle of his sleek, modern apartment. His hands trembled as he lifted his phone, which had been ringing relentlessly. However, he didn’t dare answer the calls. Instead, he clicked on the messages one by one.
Each message burned into Austen’s mind like a curse etched in stone. As he scrolled through them, the worst one popped up. It was an official statement from Global Entertainment, holding him fully accountable and demanding hefty liquidated damages — the last thing he wanted to see.
Austen had broken up with his club as soon as he became famous. But he didn’t make much money from live streaming, and he had used most of it to buy a car, rent a huge apartment, and acquire luxury goods. He didn’t have much left. His only hope now was to enter the entertainment industry through this filming and become a big star. But how could that be possible now? His reputation was badly tarnished.
Tatiana terminated their contract without hesitation. He couldn’t make any money, yet he had enormous liquidated damages to pay. How could he afford it?
When Austen first joined Global Entertainment, he had been awestruck by its formidable reputation. The company was a titan in the entertainment industry, with unmatched influence, deep pockets, and the power to elevate careers to unimaginable heights. Global Entertainment was a force he couldn’t afford to offend.
So, he had no choice but to pay the liquidated damages. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Austen’s hands trembled even more as he stared at the black screen of his phone, his reflection staring back at him like a ghost of his former self. His eyes, once filled with confidence and ambition, now burned with a volatile mix of hatred and regret. He hated Hank and Isabella very much. But at the same time, he regretted letting himself become like this.
At Rutherford Club, Hank was celebrating.
His youthful face radiated genuine happiness. The corners of his mouth lifted into a beautiful smile. After all, he had won the battle—not for fame or recognition, but for justice. The club’s and his brother’s reputation were vindicated. He had also stood firm for the innocent elderly man and child.
Hank turned his gaze to Isabella and his three good friends, standing just a few steps away. Their faces were a mix of pride and warmth, silently affirming everything he had fought for. The smile on his face grew wider, stretching from ear to ear. But in a few seconds, his eyes became moist.
“Isabella, thank you so much. And you three, for being with me all this time.”
Hank’s voice echoed with hearty laughter, but he also choked on sobs. He looked incredibly sentimental at that moment.
Isabella couldn’t help but let out a light and teasing laugh.
“Alright, that’s enough sentimentality for one day. Your brother doesn’t even know the club’s reputation has been cleared yet, does he? Go tell him quickly.”
“Oh, right! I need to tell my brother.” Hank took out his phone. But before he could dial his brother’s number, a familiar voice boomed from the entrance of the club.
“No need. I already know.” It was his brother.
Hank looked in the direction of the door and was stunned.
Since the members of the club had left and its reputation had been ruined, Hank’s older brother, Louis Rutherford, had given up on his dream. He had been preparing to sell the club and focus on inheriting the “family business.”
Wasn’t Louis supposed to be at the shop at this time? Why was he here, dressed in his best clothes? Hank also knew his brother had even used his shampoo to wash his hair.
When Hank came to his senses, he asked in confusion, “Louis, did you go on a blind date today? Why are you all dressed up?”
“Hey, you! Watch your mouth!” Louis walked over and glared at Hank, but his expression lacked real threat.
Then, he turned his gaze to Isabella, his eyes betraying a hint of nervousness.
Louis had rushed to the club after seeing Hank in Austen’s live stream. Although Austen’s downfall today didn’t give him much relief, he couldn’t help but feel regret that such a talent was wasted due to poor character. Louis was moved by Hank’s efforts—despite his own failure to vindicate himself, Hank still had the determination to fight for justice.
But something else had motivated him to groom himself, put on his best clothes, and drive here as quickly as possible instead of working in the shop.
It was the fact that his young and straightforward brother actually knew his idol, the legendary Night Cat.
As Louis drove to the club, a wave of unfamiliar anticipation coursed through him. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, and his chest felt light, as though his excitement might lift him off the seat. Louis and Hank resembled each other strikingly— from their sharp jawlines to their warm, inviting smiles. They were effortlessly charming, and anyone who met them would immediately notice their good looks.
Louis turned to Isabella. Though he was a few years older than her, he felt a little reserved.
“You must be Night Cat. Hello! I’m Louis, Hank’s older brother. I’ve been admiring you since I was little.”
Before Isabella could respond, Hank and his three good friends burst into laughter, their faces turning red.
Isabella blinked, stunned by Louis’s words. She asked uncertainly, “Since you were little?”
Louis stood there with pure admiration in his eyes, sensing nothing amiss in his words.
“When I was still in school, you were already legendary—always number one on the ‘Finger Dance’ leaderboard, and you still hold that crown. I never dreamed I’d actually meet you in person. You’ve helped me and my brother. Night Cat, would you honor me with your autograph?”
Isabella’s gaze fell on the ‘Finger Dance’ anniversary card Louis held out reverently with both hands. Her own cartoon character stared back at her from the carefully designed surface.
The card was a rare piece—a limited edition collaboration she had done with the game. Its scarcity made Louis’s possession of one all the more surprising.
Touched by his earnestness, Isabella accepted the card.
“Of course.” Even after receiving her autograph, Louis seemed eager to express more gratitude, but Isabella graciously waved it off.
“Please, no thanks needed. I simply followed my heart. I should head back—I promised my family I’d return by a certain time. You all should go enjoy your celebration.”
After bidding farewell to the group, Isabella made her way back to the villa she shared with Andrew. Finding him in his study, she eased the door open with a soft touch.
“Honey, still caught up in work?”
As Isabella approached Andrew’s desk, her eyes caught sight of the screen filled with ‘Finger Dance’ game code. The sight stopped her dead in her tracks.
Since when did Andrew have access to the game’s source code? What connection did he have to this game? Did he somehow know what she had asked Jared to do tonight?
Questions swirled through Isabella’s mind like autumn leaves in a storm. Just then, Andrew swiveled in his chair to face her, his eyes meeting hers.
With a hint of guilt coloring her voice, Isabella said, “Honey, why are you still staring at this so late? It’s not good for your eyes.”
“Mmm.” Andrew gave a slight nod, his elegant fingers dancing across the keyboard briefly before closing the page.
In one fluid motion, he drew Isabella onto his lap and encircled her waist with his arm.
“One of my branch company’s games was hacked. I’m investigating what happened. Baby, did your plans go smoothly tonight?”
The question made Isabella’s heart skip a beat, and she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. Andrew had offered his help before, yet she’d not only declined but deliberately kept him in the dark. Now it seemed he might have known all along.
Gathering her courage, Isabella decided to come clean. She placed her delicate hands on Andrew’s shoulders and lowered her gaze before whispering, “Honey, I’m sorry.”
A subtle flicker passed through Andrew’s dark eyes as he asked with practiced calm, “Baby, what exactly are you apologizing for?”
Isabella lifted her clear, gentle eyes to study Andrew’s face. His expression held its usual tenderness and patience, but something felt off-kilter. The Andrew she knew wouldn’t casually allow her to glimpse his computer screen like this.
Adopting her most endearing tone, Isabella ventured, “Today, I led some kids to confront someone, and I didn’t bring you along.” As the words left her lips, she carefully gauged Andrew’s reaction. He fought back an amused smile—her statement barely qualified as an apology, clearly an attempt to gloss over her real transgression. Their eyes met in silent understanding.
Truth be told, Andrew hadn’t been angry to begin with.
Isabella’s attempt to sweet-talk him was already soothing away that inexplicable twinge of annoyance he’d felt earlier.
Still, he tilted her chin up with gentle fingers, his voice rich and deep like melted chocolate.
“So, have you figured out what you did wrong?”
Isabella bobbed her head earnestly.
“I have. Honey, please smile for me. That handsome face of yours doesn’t suit such a serious expression.”
Andrew remained silent, prompting Isabella to realize her apology had been too superficial. After a moment’s contemplation, she leaned in closer and pressed her lips against his.
Andrew’s lips were a mystery—sometimes warm as sunlight, other times blazing like fire. Tonight, they felt cooler than hers, yet retained their signature softness. This close, his distinctive scent enveloped her—a warm, woody fragrance that never failed to intoxicate her senses.
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