City A, Hilton Hotel.

Clear skies and floating white clouds.

The azure sea sparkles under the warm sunlight, the golden sandy beach is adorned with coconut tree shadows, bustling with crowds.

Moore Evelyn, holding her head, is sitting in an empty outdoor restaurant overlooking the never-ending coastline. She purposely lowers her voice: "Darling, the clasp on my lingerie is so tight, can you help me unclasp it, pretty please? The last time you were amazing, I loved it so much! This time, you have to torment me thoroughly, I'm into BDSM!"

Her voice - an alluring, soft drawl, pulsates with irresistible temptation, as if the listener is there with her.

The man who had just walked past her inevitably stole a few glances.

After ending the call, Moore Evelyn immediately puts down her phone and picks up her fork once more.

Sure enough, the favors of the world are the hardest to repay.

Just as she was about to stuff herself full, she suddenly remembered she had another man to appease.

Reluctantly, she picks up her phone again and dials another number, "Another man."

"Honey, I really love how wet and tight you are, the feeling of your biting... Your moans were so sweet last time..."

Feeling an ambiguous gaze on her back, Moore Evelyn gives a regretful glance at her unfinished meal, then gets up and heads for the restroom.

Ah...

Suddenly, a stabbing pain in her brain made Moore Amelia let out an involuntary cry.

Rubbing the area where the pain was concentrated, she hardly lifted her head, saying politely, "I'm sorry."

Then she casually continued to explain on the phone, "Do you know what SM is? It's where you can hit, yell, yet brimming with passionate love. So, the voices must be tender, like — ah~~ oh~~ don't~~."

The other side of the phone was silent for two seconds, then a deep, steady male voice came through, "Miss Moore, your tastes are beyond my expectations."

What...

How did a man end up answering the call that was intended for Clara Winslow?!

Moreover, this voice, it seems to be coming from behind her?

Moore Amelia frowned and turned to look at the man behind her.

Tall, handsome, charismatic.

Even Moore Amelia, who usually judged by looks, couldn't help but be delighted.

Who is this...

"Don't you recognize me?"

Ha, ha.

The CEO of Britelight Entertainment, the eldest grandson of the Wainwright family, the object of frenzied pursuit by entertainment magazines, also her cousin's friend, even if she wanted to play dumb, it would be hard not to know him.

But at this moment... it might be best to pretend she doesn't recognize him!

The man saw her retreating uneasily and quickly stepped in front of her, obstructing her escape route.

"Wainwright Percival." His voice was crystal clear and considerably low, as melodious and enchanting as a cello's tune.

The face of Moore Amelia turned red in an instant, she could hardly find her voice in the air, "Mr ... Wainwright …"

Wainwright Percival observed the transient blush on her face and spoke hauntingly, "Didn't expect Miss Moore is so knowledgeable about SM. Although, here and in broad daylight..."

She knew it could lead to misunderstanding. She even deliberately lowered her voice, yet he could still hear?

Moore Amelia's face turned pale and red alternately, as she took half a step back without changing her expression, "I apologize Mr. Wainwright, I disturbed you. I will leave immediately…"

"I've never tried something as heavy as this. Are you sure you want to experience it now, Miss Moore?" Wainwright Percival lifted his hand to glance at the time, interrupted her in a tranquil and composed manner.

"Huh?"

It was as if thunder was rolling in the sky.

Which of her words insinuated she wanted to spend the night with him?

Blushing out of urgent embarrassment, Moore Amelia quickly retorted, “It's merely something I recommend to..."

"I thought Miss Moore was interested in me." Wainwright Percival stared at her, stating each word deliberately.

Why does this man always love to interrupt others, not allowing her to explain properly?

And which sentence of her led him to the misunderstanding?

Wainwright Percival lowered his gaze to scrutinise the stunned woman in front of him. They can't be said to be acquainted, he had only seen her once at the Moore family's funeral and they had no overlap in the past.

But she often heard Rupert Shaw mention her, so she had some understanding of her character.

She was only teasing her on a whim.

He picked up the phone and waved it in front of her, "You dialed the wrong number."

Huh?

Moore Lily quickly checked her phone. Clara Winslow's number ended in 9, but she mistakenly pressed 8. She really did dial the wrong number.

So, did her call go to his phone?

Didn't that mean that he heard everything?

Moore Lily's face instantly turned pale. She couldn't wait to explain, "Mr. Wainwright, it's not what you think..."

Wainwright Percival was holding back a smile, watching the woman who hadn't reacted yet. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled her into his arms, "My room is just downstairs..."

Moore Lily quickly pushed him away, darted out of his arms, and ran towards the restroom.

She was being careless. If she wasn't so old now, having no decency to throw a tantrum in public, she would've really shown him what women's wrath looks like.

Moore Lily dialed Clara Winslow's number, her voice even laced with fury, "Wait for me for two minutes, we'll continue shooting afterwards!"

After coming out of the restroom, Moore Lily wanted to explain again, "Wainwright…"

Where is he?

Just as she was about to look for him, her cellphone rang. She looked down, the screen displayed: Rupert Shaw.

Moore Lily immediately put on a pleasing smile, "Cousin…"

"Tonight at eight o'clock, I've arranged a blind date for you. This person is very important, don't be late! Also, if I don't see you tonight, your picture will appear in the hands of every person in my friend circle, and all of them would be introducing prospective suitors to you!"

Was she considered an old maid who couldn't get married at twenty-eight? It's clearly her who didn't want to settle for less!

Moore Lily held back her tears, "Please, cousin! I'm on my way home, please don't be impulsive!"