In the spring morning, sunlight shone through the curtains, bringing with it the dampness of dew. The room was covered in a light gold color.

It was the start of a brand new day, but the two women lying on the bed were completely unaware of it.

Until Joanne's phone started ringing.

She groped around for a while before finding her phone. She placed it beside her ear and said, "Hello?"

Her voice was slightly hoarse and seemed more gentle than usual. It was also cutely bleary with sleep. The person on the other end of the line subconsciously softened his voice, as if afraid that he would rouse her from her sleepiness and asked, "You're still not up?"

Joanne seemed confused as to who it was in her daze. She murmured in agreement and said, "Not yet..."

He kindly reminded, "It's seven-ish. You're going to be late for work if you don't get up."

Joanne felt as if she had been splashed with a bucket of ice water. Her eyes flew open and her first reaction was to look at her phone-

"Brian..."She sat up forcefully, her voice sounding fully awakened. "You got off the plane already?"

He had long gotten off the plane, but had waited until now to call her having considered the time difference.

"What happened yesterday?" He asked. One could not hear how he felt from his tone.

Joanne explained without confidence, "I didn't mean to go to the bar. But Freya was drinking there and I was afraid that something might happen to her. So I got Simon to send me there to look for her..."

"Don't go to such a place alone in the future." Brian said. "If Steven's people are there, they might do something to you."

He said the first part of his statement in his usual order-like tone. But the second part...could be understood that he as he was worried about her.

Joanne's lips curled up without her knowing. She said, "I know. That...Brian, could you help me with something?"

It was rare that she would actively ask for help, and Brian grew interested. "What is it?"

"Freya would definitely get ill if she continues to drink like this." Joanne said. "Could you ban her from the bars throughout the city? You can definitely do that, right?"

He could do more than that.

This was not difficult for Brian at all!

"Alright." He agreed. "But how are you going to thank me?"

Joanne's black eyes turned and she said, "Is there anyone who would ask for a thank you gift?" How shameless!

Brian smiled and replied, "I'm used to making the conditions clear before doing anything."

He was a true businessman!

Joanne thought about it and said, "How will I thank you...let's talk about it when you get back! I'm getting up."

She had just hung up when Freya sat up cackling. "Joanne, you really should go look at yourself in the mirror right now. You are smiling like you're in love."

Joanne touched her face. In love?

Really?

Freya looked around and asked her gloomily, "Joanne, why are we sleeping together? What about your Mr. Brian?"

"Haven't I told you long ago? We sleep separately."

Freya's expression was full of incredulity. "Aren't there even a few sparks between you two after so long? Eh, so does Mr. Brian often not come home?"

Joanne could not keep up with Freya's pace. She asked, "Why does he have to not come home?"

"He's a man, and has normal wants. You know." Freya scrunched up her face and thought, "Could it be that he has someone to settle that outside."

"He's not that kind of person." Joanne said firmly.

"Oh?" Freya smiled sweetly. "Didn't someone complain that Brian was a scoundrel and bossy and unreasonable? You're so defensive of him now. What happened?"

Joanne threw a pillow at her and said, "Don't think that I'll forget about what happened to you if you talk to me about Brian. What happened to you last night?"

Freya sighed sadly. "Travis slept with a girl and she kept pestering him. So we made a show of getting a room together to make her give up. But I didn't expect that the girl's sister would be your brother's girlfriend. I said something so slutty and your brother heard all of that. He already dislikes me, he must think that I'm slutty and shameless now."

"Alright," Joanne could not bear to listen anymore. "Don't say anything anymore."

"Well!" Freya smiled again, "Then let's continue talking about you and Mr. Brian!"

She said, with an expression as if she were teaching Joanne, "Even if he doesn't have anyone outside, you have to check in with him when he goes abroad for business! Going abroad for business is the best opportunity for those scheming girls to get him! ...Eh? Why were the two of you talking on the phone just now? Mr. Brian isn't at home?"

Joanne said, "...He went abroad for business."

"..." Freya got off the bed with an odd expression and went to wash up.

Freya wanted to return home after breakfast, but Joanne pulled her onto her car and said, "Go somewhere with me."

Freya knew Joanne wanted to talk to her about her smoking. She looked like...she was going to take her somewhere to drink coffee and have a long talk?

Freya exploded when the car stopped outside the police station. She said, "Don't! I just smoked a cigarette. I didn't know what was in that cigarette! I don't want to hand myself in..."

Joanne ignored Freya's cries and pulled her out of the car and into the lab.

The lab was not somewhere an ordinary person could stay for long. There were icy cold tools, human organs submerged in a liquid kept in glass bottles. There were odd stinging smells everywhere. There were a few human skeletons that looked even more eerie and terrifying. Freya felt as if they might come alive and take her away...

"I'd rather hand myself in..." Freya hid behind Joanne and cried.

Joanne pulled Freya to a shelf in the utmost corner and pointed at the rows of glass bottles. "Look at these."

There were seven glass bottles that held human lungs. Joanne pointed at the first and said, "Your lungs will look like this after smoking for three months. The second is if you smoke for a year, the third for three years. The last one is if you smoke for 10 years."

Freya could not bear to look at the last one. It did not even look like a lung and instead was like a mottled rock. It was full of black dots of different sizes. One could not imagine that it is a human organ...

Freya frowned and looked as if she was about to cry. She said, "I would usually admit that I have a strong stomach. Otherwise, I wouldn't be friends with you, a female medical examiner, for so many years. But I'm really going to puke now..."

Joanne saw that Freya was really about to be sick and brought her back to the office. She asked, "How is it? Will you still smoke?"

Freya shook her head and said, "Rest assured, I would die before I smoke. Oh, did you use this method to get your brother to kick the habit a few years ago?"

"Him?" Joanne shook her head and said, "His addiction was really strong then. This method won't work."

Freya could not imagine a more terrifying method and asked in a trembling voice, "So?"

"There was an addict who happened to need an autopsy. So I made him...look at an even more realistic one..."

Joanne said blandly.

"Pervert!"

Freya escaped in a hurry. If Joanne treated her like how she had treated Chris, she probably won't be able to eat, much less smoke!

Joanne smiled and then sat down to switch on her computer and started to work.

The news would always pop up after the computer was switched on. She was just about to close it but noticed that the entertainment headlines of the day had something to do with Rosalyn.

"Rosalyn not affected by heartache. Officially entering Hollywood!"

On the subheading below: Already headed to the United States yesterday.

Brian had also gone to the United States yesterday. Was it just a coincidence?

Joanne clicked into the news report dazedly, her mind blanked out for a moment.

She had seen Brian's air ticket yesterday. The entertainment reporters have dug out Rosalyn's flight number, and she and Brian were taking the same flight. They were seated...next to each other.

Freya always said this, 'Coincidence to a certain degree would definitely be a plot'.

Brian and Rosalyn went to the United States at the same time? Was it a coincidence, or...

Joanne did not dare to continue thinking. She could only keep thinking of how Brian held her hand and kissed her, and how he smiled at her occasionally...

Right, they were not divorced yet. Brian was not that sort of person who would meet Rosalyn privately.

No matter what, she was still willing to trust Brian. She was willing to believe in this coincidence that seemed extremely like a plot.

Joanne closed the browser but accidentally knocked over her cup.

It was already too late by the time she reacted. There was a crash and the porcelain cup shattered into pieces on the floor. It would never be able to return to its original state.

She suddenly had a bad premonition...

...

...

United States of America, New York.

Night had just fallen unto the bustling and materialistic city. But Rosalyn believed that the city dwellers' desires would not stop because of the arrival of the night.

On the contrary, some transactions are only suited to occur in the night.

She took up her phone and called Steven.

She heard of how Joanne had sent Mia into jail at the auction. That was when she started to guess about Joanne's relationship with her family. After that, she asked around and indeed, Joanne did not get along with her father, much less her younger sister and stepmother. Chris was also trying to defeat Scott Group.

She suddenly recalled what Brian had told her. He would divorce Joanne in two years.

After putting these two incidents together, she started to suspect the truth behind Brian and Joanne's marriage.

"Who is it?" Steven's voice could be heard through the phone.

"Mr. Scott. Hello."

Her sexy and elegant voice was recognized by Steven even though he did not idolize any stars. "Rosalyn Harper?" He suddenly recalled that she was Brian's rumored girlfriend, and asked hurriedly, "What do you want to say to me?"

"I only wanted to tell you that Brian and Joanne are not truly in love," Rosalyn said. "Brian promised me that he would divorce Joanne in two years. So I don't understand why they are staying married for two years. I also heard that the relationship between you and Joanne is not that good, so I think that I should tell you this information."

Steven was known to be an old fox and was not easy to cheat. He said, "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I love Brian." Rosalyn said with a smile. "I thought I could wait for him for two years until he ends this ridiculous marriage. But I realize now that I cannot wait. I cannot bear to see him being married to someone else for two years."

"But they don't seem like they are acting," Steven said.

"Because they want to lie to you. Your daughter's and Brian's acting skills are not bad." Rosalyn smiled. "But I don't wish to see Brian being so tired, acting as if he were in love!"

Furthermore, she was also afraid.

Everyone was saying how well matched Brian and Joanne were. Brian treated Joanne well and she was afraid that Brian would really fall in love with Joanne.

"Mr. Scott." Rosalyn instructed, "You had better not let me down."

Steven laughed into the phone and said, "Of course. I know what to do. Thank you, Miss Rosalyn."

Rosalyn's beautiful lips curled up lightly. "You're welcome."

After hanging up the phone, Rosalyn looked out at the brightly lit streets and the beautiful scene outside with a hint of viciousness in her eyes.

She was determined to become famous. She had now entered Hollywood.

She swore that she would get Brian, so Brian would definitely become hers!