Late at night, eleven o'clock.
Blake Fuller, weary and dusty, arrived at Kingdom Hotel in the film city.
He took out the card from his pocket, used the highest authority to access Caroline Edwin's room, and smoothly arrived at the floor she was staying on.
He stood at the doorway, ringing the doorbell.
Caroline, who had just finished freshening up, heard the sound. She held a towel, drying her hair while walking over in slippers to open the door.
"Oh, Director Fuller."
She leaned against the door, wearing a white bathrobe. Her legs were casually crossed, exposing her smooth, fair-skinned thighs.
The allure emanating from her body unknowingly flirted with people's heartstrings.
Blake clearly smelled the faint fragrance released by her shampoo.
He wore a thin black shirt while his profound eyes landed on her, sizing her up.
"Everything's fine, right?"
