Caroline blinked, "You know, like a spontaneous camping trip, Movie Star Cassius ys it pretty wild. identally got some footage of it..."


    Cassius''s gaze darkened slightly, his voice cool, "Text it to me."


    Caroline''s lips curved into a smirk, raising her ss in a toast.


    Cassius, with azy grip, clinked his wine ss against Caroline''s and took a sip, his Adam''s apple bobbing.


    Caroline, with a sultry look, passed him a QR code.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    After adding her on WhatsApp, Cassius said, "Send it."


    Caroline chuckled, sauntering back to her seat and, with a twist of her waist, sent him a photo.


    Cassius tapped open the message.


    In the photo, under the curve of a crescent moon, the night over the creek illuminated a tent. Inside, the silhouettes of two intertwined figures were unmistakable. Zooming in, Cassius''s lips quirked in a mix of wild desire and amusement.


    Catching his smug smirk, Caroline typed a message.


    "Got something even more thrilling. You in?"


    After sending, a red alert popped up immediately, changing Caroline''s expression in a sh.


    Meanwhile, Cassius, without looking up, saved the photo, then switched to Facebook, refreshing his feed only to find Ynda''s recent post had vanished. Was it actually deleted?


    So obedient?


    With a click of his tongue, Cassius opened Ynda''s chat.


    "ying nice today, huh? What do you want?"


    Ynda responded quickly.


    "Forgot you''re just one of Badass Remington''sckeys!"


    Lackeys?


    Something felt off to Cassius. He checked Ynda''s WhatsApp profile, then her Facebook again.


    Sure enough, all of Ynda''s updates were gone.


    She hadn''t deleted her post; she had restricted him.


    In an instant, Cassius''s mood soured.


    At the hospital, in a private room.


    Remington checked Cassius''s message while Ste, still unconscious on the hospital bed, hadn''t woken up.


    Opening the photo, even through


    blurry figures, Remington could


    instantly tell the woman surre


    by fawning men was Lizetta


    And though her expression was indiscernible, somehow Remington felt she was smiling.


    Smiling at other men.


    His grip on the phone tightened, ready to turn away, when suddenly Ste let out a sharp scream.


    "No! Please, don''t! Mom, stop!"


    Remington paused, turning back to see Ste trapped in a nightmare.


    Her face was pale, drenched in sweat, hands iling in the air, her fear palpable.


    Frowning, Remington''s gaze fell on Ste''s visibly injured right hand, but


    he decided to approach, and bet


    gently


    patting her shoulder.


    Ste seemed to fall deeper into her nightmare, crying out in panic.


    "Get away, don''t touch me! Please, I''ll behave, I won''t do it again, just don''t hit me!"


    Over the years, Ste had not had it easy, often going hungry or cold, and sometimes subjected to lockups and beatings.


    And now, her nightmares were clearly a reflection of those painful experiences.


    Remington stiffened, a crack of emotion breaking through his icy demeanor as he called out sternly.


    "Ste, wake up!"


    But she continued, her iling hand identally striking Remington.


    His brow furrowed deeper, he grasped her hand firmly.


    Only then did Ste''s eyes snap open. Seeing her awake, Remington let go and said,


    "I''ll get a doctor."


    Yet, Ste looked at him with eyes


    full of pain and fear, tears rolling t


    down


    cheeks. She hesitantly


    reached out, gripping his hand.


    "Remington, is that really you? I thought... I thought you''d never want to see me or bother with me again."


    Her voice broke into sobs, her other hand gently touching his face, seeking reassurance in his presence.