Chapter 499

Crelle snorted, a smug expression on her face. “What’s there to be afraid of? Don’t forget, I’m the signed artist of Ascendant Entertainment. So what if others find out? I can just casually make up an excuse.”

The man scratched his head and stopped talking, seemingly agreeing.

After the show, Grelle picked up her bag and prepared to leave. Before she did, she reminded him, “Take off your makeup and change back into your clothes before leaving the hotel.”

“I know,” the man nodded, then stopped Grelle. “Wait, this door… we have to compensate for it, right?”

Grelle choked. The door lay broken on the floor, having even gouged a hole in the floorboards.

This was an expensive hotel; the door and the floor damage would cost a considerable sum. Her expression soured. She’d already spent a fortune on the presidential suite and couldn’t afford the repairs.

“Why don’t…” Grelle looked up at the man, “…why don’t you help me with this? Consider it a loan; I’ll repay you.”

“Don’t even think about it!” he refused immediately. “This is your problem. I only agreed to come to repay a previous debt. We're square. Besides, I don't have that kind of money.”

He went straight to the washroom to remove his makeup and change.

Grelle gritted her teeth and borrowed four thousand dollars.

Upon checking out, the hotel staff informed her the damage totaled sixty thousand dollars, and she couldn’t leave without paying.

Grelle was stunned. “You’re extorting me! The floor damage is minimal! You want twenty thousand for that?” she exclaimed angrily. She argued further, mentioning the hotel’s supposed contribution to the repair costs, but the manager countered, “Ma’am, you’re staying in the presidential suite.”

The manager explained that presidential suites had different specifications and that guests who could afford them were wealthy. Continued arguing would only make Grelle look cheap. Humiliated, she realized her four thousand was insufficient. Gritting her teeth, she made another call. Sixty thousand dollars was transferred within two minutes.

However, a voice message arrived: “Grelle, you finally thought of me. I have a dinner party tonight. Come with me.”

Goosebumps erupted on Grelle’s skin. Seeing onlookers, she quickly paid and left. The sender was the son of Ascendant Entertainment’s CEO—a relentless playboy she usually avoided. She’d only called him out of desperation.

Chapter 490

Borrowing money from him meant future entanglements. Grelle was furious.

This is Tiffany’s fault! she thought. Her careless kick cost me dearly!

Grelle left the hotel. She vowed revenge on Tiffany. Once she married Richard, she'd punish Bafang for that day's events.

Lost in thought, she was only jolted back to reality when her driver asked her destination. Smiling confidently, she replied, “Royal Tower.”

Unbeknownst to Grelle, Richard, heading to Luna Villa in his limited-edition luxury car, was driving in the opposite direction on Roy Lane.

June was stunned to see Richard. She let him go without a word, too afraid to stop him.

Meanwhile, Tiffany was packing after returning from the Meryeaston Hotel. Miracle Healer had received a large order from the Ashton family in Traron City—Victor Ashton was gravely ill and needed her help. Since she had a few days off school, she planned to go.

Almost finished packing, she heard the doorknob turn. “June?” she asked. June never entered so directly. Seeing a tall figure, Tiffany was instantly reminded of the hotel incident. Anger flared, and her expression turned cold.

“What are you doing here?”

Richard’s gaze swept over her luggage. “Where are you going?” His eyes were cold, radiating danger.

“It’s none of your business!” Tiffany retreated, defiant. “Leave. It’s over between us.”

“Over?” Richard chuckled coldly. He pulled her into his arms.

“I’ve said it before. Even if you die, you’re mine.” His voice was a devilish whisper, filled with dominance. Tiffany tried to push him away, but his domineering kiss silenced her. She couldn't resist and became absorbed.

Tiffany closed her eyes and bit him. Blood appeared, but Richard didn’t retreat. He held her tighter. Eventually, sunset arrived.

The room was dark; Tiffany was exhausted. Richard whispered, sighing, "Tiffany, stop torturing me. I’ll go crazy without you.”

This humble plea shook Tiffany. A pang of regret filled her heart, but the hotel scene and the Treasure Box vision flashed in her mind. She shuddered, her confused thoughts clearing. She slowly pushed him away. Looking up, her expression was calm.