It was not Chris.

Freya did not have time to be disappointed. Subconsciously, she wanted to close the door.

Aaron put his hands against the door first. "Haha, Miss Norris, aren't you curious about why your high-heeled shoes snapped?"

Freya's eyes suddenly became cold and fierce. "What do you know?"

"When you took off your shoes after rehearsing, my secretary saw someone touch your shoes," Aaron said. "At that time my secretary thought it did not matter. But when she saw your accident on the stage, she was aware that it was that man who did something to your shoes."

The snapping of her shoes was surely not an accident.

Freya asked, "Who touched my shoes?"

"About this, shall we sit down and talk?" Aaron badly smiled, with lust hiding in the deep wrinkles around his eyes.

Freya had to restrain the disgusted feeling and said, "OK."

She had the confidence in dealing with Aaron. Now she just wanted to know who wanted to make her a fool.

"That guy almost made me be eliminated. If I don't pay an eye for the eye, how can I play the game later?"

Aaron knew Freya would agree. He walked into the dressing room with a bad smile and was to close the door. But Freya stopped him.

Freya smiled. "Mr. Green, it's just small talk. The closing door will make others misunderstand."

Aaron laughed. He looked up and down at Freya and shook his head. He said with an exclamation, "Perfect, you are perfect."

Freya couldn't help roaring in her heart. "Perfect for shit. Who are you? Master Jinxing?"

She pulled over a cotton cloth, put it around her shoulder and then sat down at the dressing table. "The guy is among the other contestants, right?"

"There is a new restaurant on the Jiushimao Plaza," Aaron said to himself as if he did not hear Freya' question. "Miss Norris, could I have the pleasure of taking you there for a taste?"

He answered in such a way as to avoid her question. Freya was speechless for a moment and then she patiently emphasized. "Mr. Green, recently I have been on a strict diet and I cannot eat in the restaurants outside."

Aaron pulled a chair over, sat beside Freya and tried to persuade her. "I always think that your occupation is so tiring. I can see it from your daily intensity of exercise, from the little intake of food and from the tiredness of modeling. Freya, why don't you be my girl? If you obey my words, I promise that the money you get from me won't be less than what you get from the occupation."

"Did your secretary really saw who touched my shoes?" Freya's eyes grew sharp. "I do not have time to bull shit with you. If you know who is it, tell me. Or, get out! I have no more time to waste on you!" Her patience had almost drained.

Seeing Lu Freya was really angry, Aaron smiled again and said, "Be patient. It's Kaylee Swift."

"Hell! Who is Kaylee?"

Since Freya did not want to pretend to be a friendly sister with the other contestants, she was unfamiliar with them. She thought a lot before barely recalling a face and then immediately frowned because she had talked little to Kaylee except for greeting. "There is nothing bad between her and me. Why did she make me a fool?"

"I have told you what you want to know. So what about my proposal?" Aaron badly smiled and reached out his dirty hand. It was almost on Freya's leg.

Freya flexibly avoided his touch. "Mr. Green, thank you. If there is nothing else, can you leave?"

She needed to calm down and ponder about what she had done to offend Kaylee.

"What's that?" Aaron moved his chair closer to Freya and got closer to her. "You haven't answered when you'll go out with me."

Freya frowned. "Don't you understand what I have said? There are enough girls who are willing to accept your price. Get out and make your dirty deal with them. If you continue to badger me, I will charge you of sexual harassing."

In his concept, it was too embarrassed for a decent girl to speak out the barefaced words of "sexual harassing". So he inferred that Freya was disguising!

"Freya, you must be shy now, right?" Aaron patiently persuaded. "Tell you what, this kind of thing has been tacit in this circle. The women who slander behind you must be jealous of you."

"..." Freya was furious. She did not want to speak and only wanted to hit him.

"Why does Aaron think she needs money? Where does he gain the confidence that she'll agree?"

While she was to about to explode, Aaron's cell phone rang. He answered the call and then hurried up to leave without forgetting to say goodbye to Freya.

Freya kicked the door, and said in her mind, "Fuck your goodbye!"

Unexpectedly, the sound of "bang" didn't come out.

"Can the door automatically reduce the noise?"

At the immediate moment when she was confused, the door slowly opened. A slim and straight figure slowly turned out before her.

"Chris!

"Didn't he say he wouldn't come to me?"

The thought made her angrier. She strangely asked, "Why do you come here?"

"Why can't I come here?" Chris said more strangely than Freya. "What? Did I bother the chatting between you and Aaron?"

"How could he know Aaron was here?"

Recalling the sudden phone call which made Feng Zheng leave, Freya had to suspect Chris. "Did you get Feng Zheng away?"

Chris walked over and slammed the door, followed by the locking sound.

His action was smooth. But from the beginning to the end, he had not looked at the door, and instead, he just directly looked at Freya.

The bad feeling soon occupied Freya. She moved backward until she sat down suddenly at the dressing table. "What... what are you going to do?"

Chris looked at Freya's feet. She had taken on her flat-bottom shoes. He asked, "Hurt?"

Freya stiffly shook her head. But seconds later, she suddenly transformed into another look. "How could it be possible for me to get hurt so easily?"

"I have practiced for years! I have already overcome the obstacles when I was 20 years old and will never hurt my ankle or fall down due to the high heels. OK?"

"Why did your shoes snap?" Chris asked.

The name of Kaylee had almost been around her lips but Freya didn't speak out.

"First, it was Aaron who told her the name. If Chris knew that, he would first blame on her, not on Kaylee nor Aaron.

"Second, she cannot certify the information yet. If she gives the fake information from by Aaron to Chris, the one who'll be blamed will still be her."

"I don't know either." Freya shrugged. "Maybe it was because of the bad quality of the shoes..."

Chris said nothing but flamingly stared at Freya, as if he wanted to warn Freya by his eyes.

Freya suddenly and inexplicably felt guilty.

Seconds later, Chris asked again, "Why was Aaron in your room? Are you familiar with each other?"

"Are your questions endless?" Freya's flame burst out. She glared at Chris with dissatisfaction and suddenly realized something. "How do you know that this is my exclusive dressing room? Perhaps you arranged it for me?" Just now, she had been curious why the program staff arranged an exclusive dressing room for her.

Chris approached her suddenly. "Besides me, who else can arrange an independent dressing room for you?"

The familiar scent of his body poured into Freya's breath, with a fatal sense of danger. It was no time for Freya to be flattered. She smiled dryly. "Thank you, I happen to need a lounge to calm down..."

"Do you need Fang when you calm down?" Chris would not let Freya lie to him so easily.

"... He came to me, and I couldn't just kick him out." Freya explained without any confidence. "He's the second biggest sponsor. I didn't have to please him but somewhat I needed to show some... respect to him."

Unexpectedly, Chris was not angry. Moreover, he even... laughed.

"In that case, I am the biggest sponsor." Chris put his hands against the dressing table to block Freya. "So, should you please me?"

Freya glowered at him and then immediately rushed her knee toward Chris's stomach. "I should please your stomach!"

Chris reacted quickly and held Freya's leg. He warned her. "Stay away from Aaron. He wants to do something bad to you."

"How could I not know this?"

She smiled and said, "So, I have to stay away from you too, right? Don't you want to do something bad to me?"

"Not the same." Chris hooked his lips. "He has been buried in his delusion but I am bound to succeed."

Although Lu Freya courageously looked directly at Chris, she still could not control her increasing heartbeat.

Normally, Chris would not oppress others as Brian did. But when he became unreasonable, his threatening would not be less powerful than Brian's.

"Bang bang-"

A quick knock sounded on the door, followed by Candy's voice, Freya, why did you lock the door?"

Freya stretched her eyes, looked at Chris and thought, "My luck is over. If Candy comes in she would be bound to misunderstand..."

She looked around and got up to push Chris to the locker room. But her waist was unexpectedly circled by Chris. Before she could respond, she had been in Chris's arms.

Of course, she could not scream but only glared at Chris, indicating. "let me go."

Chris surely would not agree. He lowered his head and soon his lips were on hers as if he wanted to punish her.

His kiss was superb and powerful. Even if Freya struggled, she could not win him. Soon, because of the kiss, she lost all her strength and had to lie in his arms weakly.

If it wasn't for Chris who hugged her waist, she had fallen to the ground.

"Freya?" Candy's voice rang with a knock on the door. "What happened to you? Is there something wrong?"

Freya suddenly sobered up. She reluctantly made her softened body straight and lightly pushed Chris. Finally, Chris loosed her and then innocently looked at her.

It was her who was taken advantage of. But Freya could not hide the blush on her face.

Since the first look at Chris, she had fallen in love with him. Even she did know he was a bad guy!

Freya was angry and wanted to step on Chris's foot. But he just squinted his eyes and immediately scared her back.

At this moment, Chris turned back and walked to the door. Before Freya could respond, he had opened the door.

On Freya and Candy's faces, appeared the amazingly alike look.

Candy was shocked. She was thinking. "WTF!"

Freya was totally astonished. "Didn't he deliberately make Candy misunderstand!"