"Haha... Stephan, it seems it's finally your turn today."

Meanwhile, at a seven-star hotel in the heart of Khogend, Abbie sat on the couch in her top-floor suite, surrounded by empty wine bottles scattered on the floor. Jamie rushed in. "Abbie, you have work tomorrow. You can't drink anymore!"

Abbie paused, then laughed, pouring herself another drink. "Just one more."

"Stop it! You're at the peak of your career. You have countless offers. Your first leading role just premiered, and while the box office isn't stellar after two days, that's normal. What's the worry?"

"It's not about the box office..."

Red-rimmed eyes, Abbie looked lost. Tears welled, despair filling her gaze. "He knows I lied to him..."

Jamie froze. "What? Mr. Russell knows? He knows you're not the woman he slept with that night?" Abbie nodded, choking back tears.

Jamie sank to the floor. "When you took that risk, I knew it would be exposed. I just didn't think it would happen so soon..." "Jamie, what do I do?"

"I don't know."

Silence stretched between them.

Abbie poured another drink. This time, Jamie didn't stop her. Abbie murmured, "I was too greedy. I brought this on myself, but I can't accept it!"

The alcohol burned. Stephan's "smarten up" echoed in her mind, a chilling reminder that he'd seen through her. She'd taken his "compensation," the coveted resources many envied, yet still spread rumors about their supposed relationship. She'd thought he wouldn't care.

But she was wrong.

She closed her eyes. Stephan's admiring gaze faded, replaced by Felicia's face! Her eyes snapped open. A crucial insight struck her. Following the thread, a suspicion formed.

"Felicia Fuller... So, it was you..."

"What are you talking about? Which Felicia Fuller?"

Jamie was confused. No Felicia Fuller was in their circle, but the heiress of Khogend's wealthiest family did share that name. But what was the connection?

"Jamie!"

Abbie gripped Jamie's shoulders, her eyes bloodshot, her gaze wild. "Please help me!"

It was a bright, sunny weekend when Felicia visited Clive at Harmony Medical Center. Since Roberta's death, he'd been unwell; his hair was grayer, his energy diminished. Felicia struggled to find comforting words.

Clive spoke first. "The village that trafficked and imprisoned Roberta has been eradicated. No one escaped. They tracked down other connections and buyers. They all received justice."

"I know." She nodded; she'd provided the information.

Silence settled between them. Finally, he said, "Licia, you haven't visited my house in a long time..."