Justin Xavier first t Davina Rowe on a private jet. At that ti, a literary film was playing on the plane. Davina Rowe hadn’t t him yet, and she wasn’t the lead character, just a hardworking extra playing a minor role.
Even for this minor role, she had gone through great difficulties to get it.
At the ti, he looked up and glanced at her unintentionally. In the literary film, Davina just happened to stand in the sunlight, calling the male lead "brother~"
Little did Davina know, it was that particular brotherly call that would make her rise to fa, transforming her into a phoenix, enjoying endless luxury and wealth.
Later, the literary film did not beco popular, only Davina Rowe did.
Now, the female lead of that literary film, who used to treat Davina with indifference, can no longer reach her level. Everyone can’t help but marvel at the twists of fate, who could have thought Davina would beco this famous.
Justin Xavier looked at Davina in his palm, his mind filled with scenes from the Phoenix Plu Pavilion, the ti he pushed open the door and Leah Thorne swayed in, hips sashaying. In his eyes, he no longer rembered any seductive allure, only the sudden physical sensations that made him feel she... was asking for it!
Too much so!
Davina saw the fiery passion in his gaze, guessing he was extrely fond of her, but inexplicably felt his eyes weren’t truly focused on her, as if seeing soone else through her.
"Brother~"
...
Leah arrived to the Louis Estate to deliver a wallet.
The manager of the Louis Estate hurriedly ca out to greet her, "Star Leah, welco, welco. You’re a hundred tis more beautiful in person than on TV. Could you sign an autograph for ? My daughter loves you and hopes to enter the entertainnt industry, just like you!"
Leah took the pen and quickly signed her na. Hearing what the manager said, she added a sentence below her signature before giving it back.
The manager quickly thanked her, "Thank you, Star Leah."
"You’re welco. I’d like to know which room President Xavier is in. He left his wallet with , and I’d like to return it." Leah raised the wallet in her hand.
"Star Leah, President Xavier has booked two rooms. He should be in VIP room 603 now," the manager pointed.
"Okay, thank you."
Leah made her way to room 603.
The manager of the Louis Estate watched Leah leave, then looked down at the autograph. Below her signature was a firm line: ’Amazing little girl, study well!’
The entertainnt industry isn’t all that. Girls should focus on studying well; simplicity is reality.
Leah arrived at room 603. She didn’t knock; the door had a password lock, and entering the password would let her in.
He must have set up a password, right? What was his password?
Suddenly intrigued, Leah lifted her slender fingers and entered a six-digit code.
She wasn’t sure if it was right.
There was a click, the password indicated success, and the room door opened directly.
Leah walked in, the room illuminated with colorful neon lights, and the next second, she saw two figures on the sofa.
Justin Xavier stood there, his new rising star kneeling on the sofa, diligently pleasing him...
Leah froze, her delicate eyelashes trembled as she stood motionless.
Justin was quite alert. Actually, he should have realized soone was entering when the password was keyed in, but his mind was filled with the scene from the Phoenix Plu Pavilion. His handso eyelids closed slowly, and the person on the couch turned into the one he desired, slightly losing control over himself.
He was at an age of youthful vigor, particularly indulging.
Now, there was a click, the door opened, soone entered, and he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fierce, scanning coldly towards the door.
Who?
Soon, he saw Leah.
Leah was looking at him.
Their eyes t.
Leah looked at him, now his ink-dark eyes were filled with a scarlet tint of desire. Being interrupted, he was quite displeased, his gaze aggressively wanting to pierce the intruder.
Leah stood straight, lazily brushing her hair behind her ear with her hand. Her soft, charming face was adorned with a light smile, "Sorry, I seem to have disturbed you. Please continue."
Finishing, Leah turned and left.
Justin froze, didn’t expect it would be her, didn’t expect she would co. His scarlet pupils suddenly constricted as he pushed Davina away.
"Leah!" He quickly pulled up his pants, fastened the robe’s belt, and hurriedly chased after her.
...
In the corridor, Leah walked ahead, Justin followed, his steps now lacking forr composure, seeming sowhat flustered.
"Leah!" Justin stretched out his well-defined fingers and grabbed her slender wrist.
Forced to stop, Leah turned around, her alluring eyes looked at him, then with a pointed glance directed at the door of room 603, her red lips slightly curled up in a teasing smile, "President Xavier, you just left your new fla behind? I’m afraid you’ll need to coax her well when you return."
Justin had bathed and wasn’t wearing his gold-rimd glasses, his soft fringe covering his handso eyes, truly a young and charming man.
Justin showed no expression, only that his cold eyes were fixed intently on her, "Who gave you permission to enter my room without knocking? Don’t you follow any rules now, huh?"
Leah was amused, "President Xavier, did you chase down just to criticize ? I just tried your password; it seems to be my birthday, but... perhaps you should change it. Using my birthday as a password is quite disgusting."
Using her birthday as a password just to annoy her, such was the way of Justin Xavier.
Justin licked his dry lips, sidestepping the topic, instead reprimanding her with displeasure, "Next ti, knock before entering my room. Because there can be won anyti inside, understand? Don’t let it happen again."
-- A Short Tale by The Crawford Group --
Jude Crawford pursed his thin lips, "That’s your idea; I didn’t agree to it."
Saying this, he released her, "Leave now, I have a eting to attend."
At this mont, the door of the president’s office was suddenly pushed open. Secretary Riley Sutton led a group of The Crawford Group’s top executives over, "President..."
Suddenly invaded by a whole crowd, Isabelle Willow let out a little yelp, throwing herself into Jude Crawford’s arms.
Jude instinctively wrapped an arm around her slender waist, securely shielding her with his embrace, then looked displeased at the newcors, "Get out!"
The executives of The Crawford Group were stunned, their mouths agape. Who... who was the person in the president’s embrace?
At this mont, Isabelle Willow showed her delicate face, and Riley Sutton and the crowd heard her say, "Now all of you are witnesses. You are my bespoke, and I am your exclusive, Jude Crawford, this lifeti, you’re mine!"
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