Chapter 167

Sophia’s face was filled with fear. In the entertainment industry, secrets were rare. With so many people around, a single person could easily ruin her career.

“Really? On your first day, when you came to my room looking for food, we were alone. You reached out and touched my shoulder, then my chest—did you push me away?” Rafael asked, his tone almost nostalgic. His eyes scanned Sophia, making her uncomfortable; he still seemed to desire to touch her.

Sophia’s face flushed with panic. “What are you talking about? Is Odalys trying to trick you, to humiliate me in front of everyone?”

She hadn’t expected this. She’d thought there was a show happening outside, but it had suddenly turned against her.

“I’m not making things up. You came onto me—what’s the big deal? Think you can call the cops? Hah!” Rafael scoffed, spitting on the ground in disgust. He seemed worried about a real police report and walked away.

Atlas was furious, his fists clenched as he stormed toward Rafael. “Did you dare touch Sophia? Come back here and explain yourself!” he shouted, his voice seething with rage. His arms tensed, veins bulging. If Finnian and Francis hadn’t held him back, Atlas might have attacked Rafael. After shouting, he glared at Odalys. “Odalys, isn’t this enough? Why did you have to hit him tonight? You wanted to make a scene, ruin Sophia’s reputation, didn’t you?”

Odalys looked at him, her expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. The mockery in her eyes was undeniable. “You’re really bloodthirsty, and maybe a little crazy. After we finish filming, I suggest you see a doctor—maybe a psychiatrist,” she said coldly.

Just as she was about to leave, something occurred to her. “You’re defending her like this. Could it be that you have feelings for her? I see possessiveness in your eyes. If no one knew better, they might think you’re in love with your own sister,” Odalys teased, her voice low with a mocking laugh.

Atlas froze. His eyes flickered; he wanted to yell, but the words wouldn’t come. Everyone exchanged knowing glances, shifting their focus between Sophia and Atlas, then to where Rafael had gone.

“What are you talking about?” Sophia snapped, panicking. She’d never imagined Odalys would go this far.

“Do you really not know? Why do you think no one else is entangled with Rafael? Why does he only bother you? Is it because you’re too beautiful, or because you’re a real bitch?” Odalys shot back, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Sophia’s frustration boiled over. She stormed to her room, slamming the door. The production team members scattered, though they clearly continued gossiping.

“No wonder Odalys had us hang our clothes in the living room to dry. We only brought them out during the day,” Selah said, her eyes widening.

Treya, still in shock, whispered, “I thought Odalys just thought it might rain at night and didn’t want our clothes to get wet.” She had no idea it was to avoid the men.

“It’s fine. We’ll be leaving soon,” Odalys reassured them, guiding them to their rooms. She walked calmly, while Stellan trailed behind, occasionally glancing around to see if Rafael was watching. When they reached the house, Stellan sighed in relief. “If you hear anything unusual outside at night, wake me up immediately. I’m a man, and I should be the one keeping you all safe,” Stellan warned.

“Thanks. You should go get some rest,” Odalys smiled, gently guiding him to his room. Once Stellan was gone, they returned to their room. As soon as Odalys lay down, Selah scooted closer, her eyes fixed on Odalys.

“What’s going on?” Odalys asked, feeling uneasy.

6:40 PM

Chapter 167

Selah sat up, whispering, “Did you go out tonight to keep an eye on Rafael? Did you know he would act tonight and use this trick to warn Sophia that someone might have tampered with her clothes?”

Freya’s curiosity was piqued. “I think you’re right. Otherwise, Odalys, why did you rush out without taking us with you?” she said, having conjured up numerous scenarios.

Odalys patted their heads. “You guys really think too much of me. I almost believed it myself!” she laughed.

Even though people often said there’s no true friendship in the entertainment industry, Odalys genuinely enjoyed spending time with them. After the variety show ended, she even made plans to have a meal with them. She considered them friends.

“Hmph. Odalys, once this variety show is over, you won’t be able to get rid of me. I’m going to be your best friend, and I’ll handle all the resources you need in the industry,” Freya said, her tone domineering. “How about being friends with my brother? That way, I can protect you with him.”

Selah sat up, flustered. She was worried Freya would get to Odalys first. “Me too! I don’t have Freya’s connections, but I’ll be a good friend to you. If nothing else, I’ll run errands for you,” Selah insisted sincerely. “I don’t have a brother, but what about me? I can take care of you for the rest of your life!” Selah declared boldly, puffing out her chest.

Freya pushed Selah back onto the bed, laughing. “You little rascal, trying to steal Odalys from me? I’m going to teach you a lesson!”

“Help! I was wrong. Let me go!” Selah laughed, clutching her stomach as she surrendered. Freya waved her off dismissively.

Odalys watched them with amusement. Her smile deepened. She pulled them close, laying them down on the bed with her. “You two are so strong and tough. If you can fight, how about we go do something exciting tomorrow?” Odalys raised an eyebrow.

Both girls perked up. “Exciting? What kind of exciting?” they asked in unison.

Odalys quickly covered their mouths, teasing, “Want to know? Then you better sleep quickly.”

Forced to lie down, they were filled with curiosity and didn’t fall asleep until well past midnight. In contrast, Sophia couldn’t sleep at all. She felt like there was a fire burning inside her, and the frustration was driving her mad. She couldn’t understand why everything was being ruined by Odalys. “Why did she have to show up in the middle of the night? Was it to expose that man and destroy me?” Sophia muttered.