364 The Hotel Interrogation


    <b>Carl’s </b>POV


    The hotel room was dim, the light so low it seemed to swallow everything.


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    With so many eyes on set, this wasn’t the ce for intimacy—I’d known that. So when I heard Leslie wanted to see me, I didn’t hesitate. I took the day off and rushed over. When a beauty calls, you don’t make her wait.


    When I got inside, she wasn’t there. Instead, five hulking men surrounded me–each one a gamma assigned to security. In the gloom their pupils shed green like wolf eyes, hostility in as day.


    A chill ran through me; every hair on my arms stood on end.


    What was going on?


    Footsteps came in neat unison outside, like soldiers marching. The door opened and a man bowed politely, then Kirby stepped in.


    Alpha presence hit me like a wall. His mint pheromone cut through the air like an arctic wind and I couldn’t breathe.


    I tried to stand, but arge hand mmed me back into the chair.


    Kirby watched me with a half–smile. The cold in his eyes could freeze a person. I swallowed, forcing a smile that felt brittle. “Kirby… where’s Leslie? Didn’t she ask me to meet her?”


    I should never have said it.


    His face went dark in an instant; a heavy gloom crawled up from the depths of his eyes. He stared at me like a de. “You wanted to see Leslie that badly?”


    His voice was low and murderous, like a wolf ready to pounce.


    My heart missed a beat. I knew if I gave the wrong answer, I might not walk out of here alive.


    “No–no, Kirby, you misunderstand!” I iled, waving my hands. My voice shook; my mind went nk. As an Omega in front of him I felt small even when breathing.


    “Misunderstand?” He sneered, contempt curling his lips, and then pped a few sheets of paper onto my <b>face</b>, his voice a demon’s whisper. “You spent over eight hundred thousand on surgery to look like me? Carl, want me to post the surgery report from the clinic?”


    My head buzzed. My face drained of color as I stared at the papers in his hand.


    Chapter 364 The Hotel Interrogation


    That was my deepest secret. How did he know? I’d hidden it so well.


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    I was never blessed with looks. As an Omega, I couldn’t break into showbiz on my own. Someone suggested surgery; the surgeon asked for a reference face and I picked Kirby without hesitation–youngest top Alpha of the Northern Continent, the best known and most


    handsome. My whole career was riding on that face. If the surgery leaked, my path to stardom would be over.


    “Kirby, please…” I almost sobbed. I lunged forward and tried to grab the hem of his coat but didn’t dare touch him. “Please don’t tell anyone! Do whatever you want to me–Leslie… I won’t even think about her again, I swear! I just worked so hard to get famous…”


    His gaze was icy and mocking, like he was looking at an ant. “Whatever you want to do?”


    “Yes–anything!” I nodded like a machine, desperate to save my career.


    Heughed low and cruel, voice dropping further. “Tell me–how far have you and Leslie gone?”


    I froze, my mind racing.


    Today on set Leslie had smiled at me, gotten close, and deliberately made Kirby suspect we were intimate. But I wouldn’t dare truly pursue her–she’s my patron. I only wanted to tter her so she’d keep backing me.


    “No… nothing happened…” I stammered, my voice trembling.


    Before I could finish, he kicked me in the chest, I felt it–the sickening, searing impact–and knew with a certainty that three of my ribs had just been snapped,


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