Chapter 565

“Stop the car,” Odalys said suddenly.

Orson was startled by her command. He slammed on the brakes and turned to look at the back seat. Even Percival, a little puzzled, quickly asked, “What happened?”

Odalys replied, “You were injured in the hunting pit set by Windor, and your blood is still on it. Regardless of their purpose, let's clean up your blood first, lest they obtain it and use it.”

Odalys wasn't being paranoid; she had to be careful.

Percival reacted immediately. “Then let me do it.”

Orson didn't hesitate; he turned and went back. Some police officers and firefighters were still clearing away flood debris. When Odalys reached the pit, she examined the dried blood.

She took out a talisman, activated it, and threw it into the pit. The bloodstains vanished, floating into Odalys's hand. She collected the dried blood with a tissue.

After disposing of the blood, she checked the surroundings. Satisfied, she handed the blood-soaked tissue to Percival.

“Take it home,” Odalys said.

It was Percival's first time witnessing this method. He accepted the tissue without further questions.

The three returned to the car in silence.

“Drive faster,” Odalys said. “Percival’s leg is injured; the anesthesia will wear off soon.”

Orson immediately sped to the hospital.

At the hospital, the anesthetic wore off, and Percival was in such pain that he broke into a cold sweat. However, he remained stoic.

Witnessing this, Odalys said, “Tend to his wounds. I’ll look for Freya.” She knew Percival wouldn't dare to make a sound if she was present.

Percival wanted to speak, but she said as she left, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back later to pick you up.”

“Okay,” Percival said, his voice noticeably more cheerful. His furrowed brows relaxed, and a smile touched his lips. Orson, silently treating Percival’s wounds, felt goosebumps.

“The wounds are deep,” Orson said. “It’s a good thing Odalys treated them; otherwise, you would have bled to death.”

Percival remained calm, simply saying, “I dare you to laugh again.”

Orson fell silent, hurriedly tending to the wounds. He stared at Percival’s leg and said hesitantly, “I wish Callum were awake. I want to go to the nightclub tonight to see Henry. Imagine, Crownridge’s top CEO is a gigolo! I wonder if he’ll be auctioned off to a rich woman or a rich man.” His excitement grew with each word.

He drove straight to the hotel.

Outside the hospital, Odalys hurried along, checking her phone. Her clothes were dirty, but she didn't have time to change. A worried expression was on her face.

As she arrived at the hotel, Freya and Selah were waiting. They were dumbfounded to see the dirt-covered Odalys.

“Odalys, have you been playing in the mud?” Freya asked, incredulous.

Chapter 365 (Note: There's a discrepancy. The chapter number changed from 565 to 365.)

Selah, who was drinking a smoothie, nearly choked. They had arranged dinner, but hadn't expected to see her like this.

“There was an accident in the suburbs,” Odalys explained quickly. “A riverbank burst, but I handled it. It’s nothing serious.” She looked at them quizzically. “Don’t you have to film today?”

Freya pulled her inside. “Yes, a dining scene. Kenny thought the props were too fake, so he borrowed a private room from the hotel. These private rooms are decorated in a vintage Republican-era style, so we can film and eat at the same time.” Selah added, “Odalys, why don’t you shower and change in our dressing room?”

“Yes, I have two sets of clothes you might fit into,” Freya said.

Odalys, seeing her disheveled state, accepted. She showered and changed into Freya’s Chanel suit—a knee-length skirt, jacket, and white blouse. The sleeves were long, so she rolled them up.

Freya heard a noise and saw the elegant Odalys, her hair washed and draped over her shoulders. “Wow! You look even more elegant in that Chanel suit!” she exclaimed.

Odalys, barefoot, slipped into slippers Freya offered.

“What time is the shoot?” Odalys asked.

Freya checked the time. “They're still setting up. Cameras roll in half an hour. Selah went to get you something to eat.”

“All right,” Odalys responded.

Freya dried Odalys’s hair. Odalys, enjoying her reflection, leaned back, closed her eyes, and asked, “When will you finish work tonight?”

“Probably after seven. No night filming,” Freya replied.

Odalys hooked a finger at Freya.

“What?” Freya leaned forward.

Odalys whispered something; Freya was so excited she almost dropped the hairdryer.

“Really? Okay, you have to wait for me!” Freya’s eyes sparkled.

Selah entered with food: poached chicken, grilled beef, roasted eggplant, and spicy sausages.

Odalys ate heartily, pulling Freya over to join her.

“Aaah!” A scream came from the next room.

They looked up, startled. Selah said, “Why is the soundproofing so bad?”

“Wait, that voice… it sounds familiar,” Freya said, listening intently. She grabbed her lunchbox and they went to the next room, the door slightly ajar.