Chapter 207

Kenny's gaze held a hint of disdain. "Good thing Odalys was smart enough to refuse," he muttered. "Otherwise, if the hail came, there would be no way to explain this."

Alissas was on the edge of a breakdown. He knew Odalys had stopped caring about him, but a part of him still craved her attention. He wanted to be noticed. When he heard they were going out, he hoped she'd be worried enough to stop them, but she didn't. She didn't even try. It hit him hard—she really didn't consider him family anymore. He felt like he'd messed everything up.

"Of course she's worried," Kenny continued, "but if she weren't, she would have stopped us from coming. If she really didn't care, she would have made sure we didn't show up."

Finnian and Atlas fell silent. They glanced at the photographer, pointing to the camera. "Are you guys live-streaming this?"

"No more broadcasting. Everyone go back," Kenny ordered, waving at the cameramen.

The photographer, who had captured the spicy scene, wore a satisfied grin. The rush of traffic from tonight's broadcast was practically guaranteed.

"Alright, everyone off. Work's done for the night," Kenny called out.

The crew scattered, chattering excitedly about what they had just witnessed. Their voices, though fading as they walked away, still carried: "That's so intense! They were almost undressed by the end! I can't believe we saw this live! These two must have been secretly into each other for a while, right? Wait, so Finnian swings both ways? First, he was with Sophia, now he's with Atlas? What kind of relationship is that?"

The online audience was absolutely loving it. They all knew Sophia wasn't exactly innocent, but after she failed to make Odalys fall for their trap, they were delighted to see the drama unfold. They weren't about to turn down this juicy spectacle.

"What the hell just happened? Wasn't Odalys supposed to come!" Finnian asked, his voice trailing off.

Atlas, shirtless and covered in itchy mosquito bites, scratched at the blood-red welts in frustration.

"I don't know," he grumbled. "Odalys must have just let us fend for ourselves. But something was off with my body earlier. It felt like I couldn't move, like someone was controlling me. I couldn't even scream," Atlas said, his words dripping with disbelief. He had been fully aware but couldn't act—his body had been a prisoner of some unseen force. He thought, "Could it be supernatural? Was I cursed?"

"I thought you were Odalys for a second. I felt weird too—like I was losing control, almost…like I was…driven by lust," Finnian added, a shiver running through him.

"What if that whole thing was streamed? If it got out, we might be ruined!" Finnian's heart sank. All their carefully laid plans had backfired spectacularly.

The two exchanged a panicked glance. "We need to head back and figure out what's going on." They hurried off, running back with urgency.

Not far away, a few figures waited until Finnian and Atlas had left, then slowly stood up.

"They're really out to get you," Stellan remarked, his voice laced with concern. "Good thing you didn't fall for their trick. If you had, Atlas would have been secretly recording you from behind."

"You're a woman. There's no way you could have fought back if they pinned you down. They probably would have drugged you, and God knows what would have happened."

Stellan's eyes darkened, and Odalys simply nodded, her calmness betraying no hint of fear. "That's why I didn't come," she said plainly.

The others turned to look at her. "You knew, didn't you?" Selah asked, her voice filled with admiration.

Odalys smirked, unfazed by their gaze. "Sophia's always been out to get me," Odalys continued, her tone unbothered. "She wants to make me look bad. And when they came looking for me, I knew they weren't actually in danger. If there had been a real problem, they wouldn't have knocked on the door for that long."

She paused, a dark gleam flashing in her eyes: "Plus, Stellan opened the door. If there had been any danger, she would have sent a man in first. But no, they specifically wanted me to go, which means something was off."

"That's why I followed them, to let you all see the show." She chuckled darkly, savoring their reaction. "They walked right into their own trap."

Freya laughed out loud, dearly thrilled. This had been the best experience yet—not only meeting Odalys but also witnessing such a crazy night. "Did anyone record that? Share it!" Selah was almost bouncing with excitement.

Francs and Stellan immediately shared the photos and videos, while the others quickly saved them to their phones.

When they returned to their lodging, they were met by a few familiar figures standing outside the door.

"Come out, Odalys. We know you're hiding. Don't think you can escape us," Atlas said, his voice dripping with arrogance as he kicked the door.

He stormed inside, but the room was empty. No Odalys, no one. Finnian searched the entire place, even under the bed, but found nothing.

"Where did they go? Did they just vanish into thin air?" Finnian muttered, completely baffled.

"What's going on? Kicking down doors in the middle of the night, planning to steal something or break in!" Stellan's voice was icy, his presence unsettling.

He stepped forward with calm confidence, his eyes locked on Finnian and Atlas.

Sophia's anger was practically tangible as she glared at Odalys, who was standing nearby, smiling and casually scrolling on her phone. "You! What are you doing?" Sophia snapped, fury bubbling inside. "Weren't you just saying you didn't want to go out?" After Atlas and Finnian had returned, furious at her for causing their humiliation, she couldn't stand the way they looked at her. They didn't trust her anymore, and without their affection, she felt like she'd lost everything. She needed them to love her, to elevate her above the rest. Without them, she was nothing. Now, she was ready to take it out on Odalys.

Odalys looked at her blankly. "Where did we go? Didn't you ask us to find them? We just came back from there."

Her response left the others stunned.

"We were just there. Finnian and Atlas were kissing and undressing each other," Selah announced, her voice loud enough to draw attention. Everyone drew in shock, their faces draining of color.

"Yeah, and when standing up wasn't enough, they took it to the ground, making sure everyone saw," Freya added, her tone one of disbelief. Though the words were far from ladylike, she had no intention of holding back now. No one had any more pretensions about being polite after tonight.

"What are you talking about?" Finnian's voice was tight with anger as he confronted them.