When Jane Sullivan woke up, it was already past am. Enduring the pain, she crawled out of bed, the first things she saw were the few spots of red on the white bedsheet, a nearly torn dress scattered on the floor, along with some intimate garments.
.The events of last night surfaced in her mind in their entirety. She quickly gathered her thoughts, not dwelling on them any further, and ignoring the pain in her body, she got out of bed and picked up her clothes...
.After getting dressed, she put on her coat and quickly left the room.
...
.Ethan, having dealt with the news and photos spread online, came back carrying new clothes for Jane Sullivan, only to find the bedroom already empty.
Seeing in the surveillance video Jane Sullivan leaving the hotel in slippers, hunched over, Ethan was so enraged he almost smashed his computer!
How dare this woman leave him alone!
" I"ll send someone to find the little sister-in-law..."
Benjamin changed his way of addressing Jane Sullivan, no longer calling her "little white rabbit," after all... the uncooked rice had already become cooked rice.
Justin stood at the entrance of the monitoring room with dull, lifeless eyes, his complexion extremely poor, evidently having not slept all night.
After Benjamin left, leaving just him and Ethan, he didn"t say a word and turned to leave.
"Where is Jane Sullivan!" Seeing him about to leave, Ethan rushed in front of him, grabbed his collar, his eyes filled with anger, "Hand her over!"
Justin scoffed indifferently, "How could the CEO"s wife be here with me? Last night, it was you, the CEO, who personally took your wife away from my side! And now you"re asking me?"
"I"ll ask again! Where is she!" Ethan growled, "Do you believe I will tear this place down!"
He was determined to find her, even if it meant digging three feet into the ground!
"Believe it, why wouldn"t I believe it." A hint of scornful laughter flashed in Justin"s deep blue eyes, "But even if you tear it down, you won"t find her, because Jane clearly doesn"t want to see you." After speaking, he took Ethan"s hand off him and walked leisurely towards the residence.
However, the smile lasted only a few seconds before returning to a dead, gray state.
Ethan stood still, gazing at the distant sea, his brows furrowed, his eyes closed, envisioning Jane Sullivan in slippers, her unsteady steps until she disappeared behind the rocks, out of the surveillance range...
*
On the sea kilometers away from the island, a scene of intimate interaction between a man and a woman was being filmed on the deck of a cruise ship.
Perhaps because the woman was too coy, they couldn"t capture the desired sense of boldness in the scene.
Ken threw the walkie-talkie violently, walked over with an imposing air, pulled off the woman"s beach towel, revealing her sensual figure, "Don"t just be alluring on your sugar daddy"s bed! When in front of the camera, you act like a chaste and fierce woman! If you want to make a name for yourself in this circle, remember! Use your allure in the right place!"
After speaking, he pointed to a muscular man in swim trunks, "If she acts up again! You just go for it directly! No more acting! Do it for real!"
Upon hearing this, the woman"s face turned deathly pale.
Her hands, which were originally protecting her chest, started to move away, no longer maintaining a coy demeanor.
Ken, chewing betel nut, sat down and watched the heated scene unfold, a smug smile on his lips.
"This is what a passion film should be like! Who wants to see something so coy and reserved!"
After a four-minute-long foreplay scene, the video showed that the muscular man was already aroused. Ken yelled "cut".
He spat out the betel nut, wrapped it in tissue, and threw it in the trash, "That"s a wrap for now. The weather might bring snow, we might not need artificial snowfall this afternoon. Prepare hot water in the rooms in advance to avoid catching a cold."
With that, he picked up a lighter, lit a cigarette, and walked downstairs
The woman, now wrapped in a cotton coat, threw a flirtatious look at the muscular man beside her.
Then, the two of them walked to a secluded spot, continuing with parts of the script that were not written...
*
When Ken unlocked the door to his room, Jane Sullivan had just finished changing her clothes.
Seeing Ken at the door, she immediately stood up, "Director, thank you. The clothes fit well."
He looked at the young girl in front of him, her face free of makeup, with a baby face, yet her eyes lacked the naivety expected of a -year-old.
Even at her most destitute, she never showed any sign of weakness.
What had this girl experienced from her childhood until now?
And how did she get those scars on her body?
Ken didn"t ask, knowing Jane Sullivan wouldn"t answer either, after all, they weren"t very familiar.
Holding the cigarette in his hand, he placed a box of food on the table, "Eat first, you need strength to work, and you know, I"m short on funds recently and can"t afford to keep people who don"t work."
"I understand, don"t worry Director , I can start working this afternoon."
Jane Sullivan walked to the table, enticed by the aroma of the food, completely disregarding her image, she picked up the chopsticks and started eating. Seeing Ken still standing at the door, she looked up and asked, "Aren"t you eating, Director ?"
"I had breakfast early, not hungry now, you eat yours, don"t worry about me."
"Oh."
Having not eaten for nearly a day, Jane Sullivan was extremely hungry, paying no heed to Ken, she devoured the food voraciously.
Ken frowned, took a puff of his cigarette, blew out a ring of smoke, and suddenly asked, "Was it because of an affair, Ethan wants to throw you into the sea to feed the fish..."
"Pfft..."