The bodyguard arrived at the destination and knocked on the room’s door.
The door opened.
It was Gwen Boyce’s agent, Jeff Lee.
When he saw Tiana Thorne, his expression instantly turned cold, as if he wanted to swallow her whole: "Sister Gwen is currently unconscious and not seeing any guests."
Tiana Thorne glanced at the bodyguard.
The two of them stepped forward directly.
After all, they were Maxim Ford’s bodyguards; their re aura was sothing ordinary people couldn’t withstand.
Jeff Lee, too, was a veteran agent in the entertainnt industry. He had seen it all, but when he saw the faces of these two bodyguards, there was a mont when he felt a tremor in his heart.
Forcing himself to stay calm, he looked at Tiana Thorne with a cold expression: "Miss Thorne, what do you an by this?"
Tiana Thorne showed a lazy smile, her gaze on him unwavering.
Today, she wore enchanting makeup, particularly her fox-like eyes, which were naturally sexy and charming. The use of orange-pink eyeshadow gave her a peach-blossom look, making her captivatingly alluring.
Noticing the montary change in his expression, Tiana’s orange-red lips curved slightly, her gaze seductive, her voice carrying a trace of sultriness: "Brother Jeff, I heard Sister Gwen passed out because of and I feel quite uneasy. So, I’m here to see her~"
Jeff Lee’s breath tightened, his mind like a fireworks display, colorful yet blank after the burst.
He’d been in the industry for seventeen years and had seen all kinds of beauties.
But soone as uniquely alluring as Tiana Thorne was a first; he was montarily lost in thought.
The bodyguard, quite adept at reading situations, took advantage of that mont to open the door to the room, paving a way for Tiana Thorne.
As she walked past Jeff Lee, Tiana flicked her soft, ink-black hair. Today, she’d worn Chanel No. 5, which mixed with the scent of shampoo created a rich fragrance that turned into a refreshing aroma as she passed by.
Jeff Lee felt a bit suffocated, and by the ti he regained his senses, Tiana Thorne was already inside the room.
Jeff Lee felt annoyed; it was the first ti he’d t a woman whose every fiber seed to exude an otherworldly allure, yet she wasn’t vulgar in the least.
This was completely contrary to the Tiana Thorne he rembered.
Once inside, Tiana Thorne saw Gwen Boyce lying on the bed, her fresh-faced sweetness starkly contrasted by her poor complexion and a pimple on her forehead, which made her look even more vulnerable in comparison to Tiana’s flamboyant beauty.
But Gwen Boyce showed no sign of insecurity, looking at her with a slight frown: "I don’t recall saying I wanted to see you."
Even lying on the hospital bed, her tone carried a deep queenly vibe.
Tiana Thorne smiled and sat on the sofa, crossing her legs: "The upcoming topic might be a bit hard to digest. Miss Boyce, I suggest you let your agent step out."
Gwen Boyce’s gaze remained unruffled, carrying an air of innate superiority between her brows: "Brother Jeff and I have worked together for nine years. We have no secrets and don’t need to avoid anything. Besides, I don’t recall saying I wanted to see you, unless Miss Thorne is here to apologize."
Tiana Thorne’s crossed leg lightly shook, her fingers tapping the coffee table rhythmically, exuding a roguish air, yet an indescribable danger emanated from her poised deanor.
Lazily lifting her gaze: "Is that so?"
In an instant, the atmosphere beca tense throughout the ward.
The two bodyguards behind Tiana Thorne felt a biting chill, as if they could see Maxim Ford’s shadow in her.
No wonder she’s the woman Mr. Ford fancies; her rare charm is unmatched in this world.
Tiana Thorne lightly curled her lips: "Since Miss Boyce doesn’t mind..."
Suddely, her smile took on a hint of bloodlust, and she glanced at Jeff Lee: "Brother Jeff, you might want to listen closely~"
This coquettish tone, paired with her penetratingly cold eyes, was dangerously enchanting.
Jeff Lee’s brows furrowed, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
This woman, clearly a pariah, yet she showed no fear, every smile and word vibrant with allure.
This was not the deanor expected in her situation.
Tiana Thorne fixed her unblinking gaze on them, with a laid-back smile: "I’m a kind and gentle person, always leaving room in dealings. Miss Boyce, I’m giving you another chance. Shall we talk privately, or should Brother Jeff stay?"
Gwen Boyce maintained her queenly deanor fully, blinking without the slightest fear, seeing through Tiana’s bluff.
If she keeps pushing her luck like this, Gwen is determined to watch her backtrack.
"Miss Thorne, no need for smoke and mirrors."
"Oh, what a pity, such a pity." Tiana Thorne lightly shook her head, lazily curving her lips: "Since Miss Boyce isn’t interested, I won’t pretend to be so benevolent figure."
She leaned back like a sly fox, epitomizing a languid grandeur with her thick brows: "Brother Jeff, I rember you have a daughter, a year younger than , right?"
Jeff Lee didn’t expect her to bring up his daughter, his expression turned solemn, brows knitted, disliking her indecisive hints: "My daughter is indeed nineteen, well-known in the industry. What’s there to be curious about?"
Gwen Boyce’s hand twitched under the covers.
Tiana Thorne noted her reaction, a testant to Gwen’s A-list caliber, she remained unfazed despite Tiana’s provocations.
"I heard that Brother Jeff had a daughter at twenty with a wife of the sa age, post-divorce, you’ve cherished her, giving her everything she wishes for."
Gwen Boyce’s hand involuntarily clenched into a fist.
At the ntion of his daughter, Jeff Lee’s deanor softened significantly, but he didn’t want to let Tiana Thorne control the conversation, so after a mont of warmth, he coldly resud: "Why are you bringing my daughter into this, what exactly do you want to say?"
Tiana Thorne didn’t answer him, leisurely shifting her gaze to Gwen Boyce, her eyes deep, her voice low and lazy: "I also heard that Miss Boyce and your little princess are very close, like sisters..."
Gwen Boyce’s already worn face showed no discernible change.
However, Tiana Thorne didn’t miss the subtle movent of the white quilt at the position of Gwen’s right hand.
Seems like Gwen was nervous.
Ha.
"Little Ran’s mother doesn’t take care of her, which is quite pitiful. I’m a few years older, treating her well is only fitting, what’s wrong with that?"
"No problem, of course no problem."
Tiana Thorne, her hands interlocked, thumb flicking like a slight hypnotic cadence, the danger becoming increasingly intense.
"The problem lies in..."
Finally, Gwen Boyce’s pupils contracted, her voice heavy as she interrupted: "Wait a minute."
Tiana Thorne lazily squinted, her sly fox-like deanor fully on display.
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