Stella thinks that Pehry won't come today. She walks into the bathroom and takes a shower. Since
there is a schedule tomorrow, she has to maintain a good condition.
She takes out the white lace nightgown that she has prepared from her bag and puts it on. The
nightgown can only cover her thighs. Her two white legs swing in the air. The cloth is as thin as a
cicada's wing that it can hardly cover her body. The red color on her chest is very clear.
Stella stands in front of the mirror and admires her curvaceous figure. It is a great pity that no one could
see her beautiful body. She has prepared in vain.
Sitting on the bed, she looks at her news on the news page. It is the first time in three years that she
has become focus. This feels great. It requires a strong heart to enter the entertainment industry. On
this point, Stella does well. The harsher the netizens curse her, the more satisfied she is.
These bumpkins are just jealous of her. She doesn't believe that anyone else who meets Pehry can still
stay unmoved. They just have no chance.
However, thinking of Pehry's status and the fact that he is unmarried, Stella can't help but blush.
Perhaps one day, she could become the man's wife.
It is late at night and sleepiness comes to her. Just as Stella is about to turn off the lights and sleep,
she heard the sound of the door opening. It is a sound that only comes when the door is opened with
the room card.
Just now, she was thinking and forgot to counter lock the door. By the time she comes back to her
senses, the man has already walked in.
Stella looks up and stares at the tall figure in panic, but she is shocked when seeing the man's face
clearly.
After a few seconds of astonishment, she becomes surprised and excited.
Taking off the hands that cover her chest, she stands up from the bed and walks to the man in a few
steps. Stella is familiar with alcohol due to her long-time social contact. Thus she immediately senses
the smell of alcohol on the man. She asked in her most concerned voice, "Did you drink?"
She reaches to the man's arm as she says.
With the approaching of both the gentle breath and the soft body, Pehry almost instinctively pushes her
away. Without control of his force, he pushes her to the side of the bed.
Stella exclaimed. Fortunately, she falls to the side of the bed instead of the ground. She looks at the
man standing beside her in fear and says with grievance, "Mr. Pehry, what are you doing?"
Stella is very clear about the nature of men. The stronger a man is, the more protective he is,
especially towards pitiful women. They aren't kind-hearted but to show how powerful they are. They are
just disrespecting women and materializing them.
As for Stella, she enjoys this inferiority of women and superiority of men. She is familiar with and good
at pretending to be pitiful.
Unfortunately, Pehry does not like this. He becomes protective only to the person he loves. He disdains
to look at people like Stella.
Pehry says with strong indifference and hate, "Don't touch me."
Stella is shocked and her eyes widened. She can't believe that a man should despise her so much.
She knows that she cannot be compared to those famous actresses, but her body can't be disgusting.
Besides, she has accompanied quite a few powerful people before. Even though they were unwilling to
invest her, no one would keep away from her.
The problem isn't on her. Stella thought, could it be that Mr. Pehry is in a bad mood today?
The more she thinks about it, the more likely it is. She stands up from the bad and softly said, "Mr.
Pehry, did you drink too much? Shall I ask the hotel to deliver a sober soup?"
Pehry's face looks grim all the way. He has seen so many people and things like this before. There is
nothing that can easily tempt him.
Not to mention this woman's stupid tricks.
He turns around and sits on the sofa. His temples seem to be pulled by a thread, and it is so tense that
it hurts.
Seeing that Stella is about to approach him again, Pehry points at the spot she stands and says, "Just
stay there."
"Mr. Pehry?" Stella can tell that he really doesn't want to get close to her and is confused.
He has asked her to come here, but now...
"Your name is?" When she is puzzled, the man suddenly says. His brows slightly knit as if he is
recalling something.
Stella hurriedly says, "Mr. Pehry, my name is Stella. I'm from JM Entertainment. We have met at the
dinner party once before."
Afraid that Pehry cannot recall, her anxiety shows on her face.
Pehry raises his eyebrows, "Mr. Devon's people."
"Right."
"Did you see the news?" Pehry's tone is slow and unhurried, as if he is talking about other people's
affairs. He is quite indifferent.
For such a wonderful night he should do nothing but discuss the news with her?
Stella wants to get close, but she doesn't dare to. She stands a few steps away from him, like a
prisoner being questioned. She answers honestly, "I saw it. My boss also told me not to say anything
else."
Pehry hangs up the jeer of his lips, "You and your boss are very obedient."
There is a hint of sarcasm in his words. Unfortunately, Stella is not smart enough to recognize it. "Mr.
Pehry, you are overpraising. We are just for the sake of you and your company."
"Oh?" Pehry sneers at her, "If that's the case, I still have to thank you all."
Stella realizes that she is talking too much and hurriedly shakes her head, "No, I...I didn't mean that!"
"It doesn't matter." Pehry interrupts her as if he doesn't have the patience to continue listening. "No
matter what you think, it doesn't matter to me."
Stella does not understand what he means. She does not know Pehry, so she does not dare to
speculate.
The man says indifferently, "Cooperate with me in everything I want you to do. I will treat you well at
your work. On the contrary, if you say something that you shouldn't have said. You will know the
consequences...understand?"
Stella can't help but shiver, "Understand..."
Although she doesn't know what kind of person Pehry was, she can still sense from the reactions of the
surrounding people and some rumors that he is definitely not an esay-going person. A little relation with
this man could be beneficial to her entire life. Therefore, she does not dare to offend him in any case.
"Don't worry, Mr. Pehry. I won't say anything!" Thinking of this, Stella hurriedly assures him in an
extremely humble gesture. "As long as it's your orders, I'll do it well."
Looking at the flattering face in front of him, Pehry remembers the flattery he has just received from the
wine bureau. Although he has always lived in such an environment, there are moments when he has a
true temperament. Now, he has to equip himself fully and live with a mask.
The man lowers his head and takes a deep breath. Without stopping for a moment, he turns around
and leaves the room.
Stella stands behind her and watches him leaving. She can only swallow her unwillingness back.
She keeps comforting herself that it is fine since there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
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