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“Get your queen out of here before she pollutes Mrs. Nolan!” 

 

Though the handsom e men clearly preferred someone like Alice–beautiful, with a knockout figure–not a single one dared cross Eric. 

Still, Risa wasn’t exactly lacking in the looks department. 

So, they backed off with barely a complaint and rushed forward in a chaotic group to carry Risa away. 

“Hey now, take it easy! I can sleep with all of you!” Risa beamed, grinning ear to ear. 

She’d never had this many men fighting over her in her life. 

As they hoisted her away, she took every opportunity to caress a jawline here, squeeze a firm chest there, and even sneak a playful swipe at a set of abs. 

A few of the men turned visibly red. 

Risa chuckled like the villainess she was born to play. 

“What? Shy now? Well, now I like you even more.” 

Alice looked on–not envious, no, she scoffed as if disgusted. 

But really, does it seem appealing being surrounded by a group of men? 

A wicked life, lived to the fullest. 

“You jealous?” came a voice, dark and smooth. 

Alice’s heart thudded. 

That ice block is awesome. It can mimic Eric’s voice to perfection. 

She turned to him, her smile melting into something soft and syrupy. 

“Not at all. I already have the best.” 

The best… 

That single word hit Eric like a switch, and the dangerous air around him faded. 

He stared at her in surprise. 

Alice, half–drunk but clear–headed, went on with utter seriousness, 

“My patients are usually a handful. He’s the only one who behaves.” 

Her eyes, reddened from the alcohol, looked up at him with a hint of mischief. 

“You really do look a lot like him.” 

 

Both Eric and Daniel had no words. 

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For godsakes! Help me, please! Daniel had barely recovered from the carlier chaos, relieved Mrs. Nolan had escaped with her life. 

Now he realized she never planned to stay out of trouble in the first place. 

“Alrighty, you’re coming home with me,” Alice said cheerfully. 

Despite being tipsy, she remembered the promise she’d made to Risa–to take a handsome guy home tonight. 

She sauntered toward the open car door and climbed in without a second thought. 

Daniel was unsure what to say. 

It was like watching someone walk right into a trap, willingly. 

He had lost his ability of speech. 

Eric, tight–lipped and with a stormy face, followed her into the car. 

The second he sat down, Alice leaned right into him. 

Her not–so–innocent hands found his chest. 

She thought of something and gave it a squeeze and giggled. 

Her laughter? 

It should’ve come with a warning label that one should alert the cops. 

Eric remained stone–faced, though the pressure in the car had grown so thick you could slice it. 

“You might be made of an ice block,” Alice mused, boldly pushing her luck, tracing his cheek with her fingers, “but you don’t feel cold at all. 

“A bit too serious, though. You should smile more.” 

Eric clenched his jaw. Hard. 

Alice sighed dramatically. 

“When are you going to change back? I’m so close to you now. Would my heat of passion melt you?” 

Still no answer. 

“What, cat got your tongue? Were you 

mute?” 

Eric’s expression cracked. 

“Hands off.” 

His tone was sharp as steel. 

 

Alice, oblivious to the tension–or just ignoring it–kept groping like it was no big deal. 

“But I paid for this!” 

A vein popped on Eric’s temple. 

Paid?! For what kind of service?! 

Alice was upset now. 

“What’s your problem? Did your boss forget to train you? This is how you treat clients? 

“I’m filing a complaint tomorrow. Hope you’re ready to lose your job.” 

Despite the threat, there was no real danger in her voice. 

She sounded more like a drunk that acted cute. 

“Say it!” she demanded. “Say you serve the queen with all your heart!” 

Daniel’s heart almost popped out from his throat. 

Is it too late to pull over and call the cops? 

Eric, finally out of patience, steadies Alice’s head with both of his hands. “Shut up!” 

But she just looked up at him with that same sultry grin. 

“Why don’t you shut me up yourself?” Her gaze dropped to his lips with anticipation. 

Eric doesn’t have a comeback for that. 

His face, which was grim earlier, went beet red., 

Daniel sealed his lips. For the love of all things holy, someone let me jump out of this moving vehicle. 

Mrs. Nolan, it’s one thing for you to seduce him. 

Can you act like it? 

Alice flirted and teased the whole way home–and then promptly passed out the moment they arrived. 

Both men were unsure what to make of the situation. 

So, freshly showered and steaming with frustration, Eric ended up carrying her into the room. She’d been completely knocked out. 

Sweaty and irritated, he had no choice but to go shower again. 

Daniel stared at the bathroom door, feeling a deep sadness bloom in his chest. 

Mr. Eric must’ve suffered some long–term damage from his years in a coma. 

Because honestly, Mrs. Nolan was throwing herself at him, and he only last for an incredibly short time. 

 

Daniel sighed, over and over, wondering if it was time to get some advice from an andrology specialist. 

Outside the club. 

Boston came back. 

He’d originally left to call in some favors and figure out a way to salvage the situation. 

But halfway through, someone messaged him. A secret. A big one. Something far more important than winning over Risa. 

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Boston couldn’t shake the curiosity gnawing at him. 

Something about Risa’s situation felt off. And winning her over? That wasn’t going to be easy. 

So, he doubled back. 

His assistant glanced at him with a speculative look. 

“Do you think Risa’s boss just showed up?” he asked. 

“I heard that person has the final say in every movic she signs on to. If we can get that person on our side, Risa wouldn’t matter anymore.” 

Boston didn’t reply. He just stared at the text on his phone. 

Who sent it? 

It didn’t feel like someone trying to help. 

If anything, it felt like a setup–like someone luring him here on purpose. 

And now that he’d taken the bait, he’d been standing around for a while–with no results. 

His patience was wearing thin. 

“Mr. Boston,” his assistant whispered, nudging him slightly, “look at the entrance. Isn’t that Miss Linda?” 

Boston’s thoughts snapped back into focus as he turned to the front door of the club. 

Linda walked out with a man by her side. 

The two of them were chatting and laughing. 

The assistant, always prepared like a walking encyclopedia, sprang into action. 

“I’ve seen that guy before. He used to be close to Mr. Reese, Not many people had access to Mr. Reese back 

in the day–but this one did. These days, he’s an assistant to Byron’s son, Clayton Reese.” 

The assistant paused, reaching into his/mental file cabinet. 

“Right. His name’s Les Reese.” 

Boston narrowed his eyes. 

He knew Byron. 

The man had a good relationship with Alice–his wife was even a fan of Alice’s chess prowess. 

That connection had once turned Gary’s chess tournament into a public joke. 

Now everyone said the Spencers had a talent for missing the obvious. 

 

Sitting on a goldmine like Alice and still choosing to dig through dirt on their own. 

After all that effort, they’d still end up going back to the very person they tried to avoid relying on 

Hard to argue with that logic. 

That was why Boston had no interest in visiting the set or hanging out with friends lately. He was sick of hearing people whisper about them behind their backs. 

And now this? 

“When did Linda get so close with the Reeses?” he muttered. 

His assistant looked equally puzzled. 

“Les isn’t just close to Mr. Reese. He’s the only one Clayton actually listens to. And you know how influential Clayton is.” 

In other words, having someone like Les on your side could only help. 

But that wasn’t what was bothering Boston. 

What bothered him was what Linda had said earlier–she was out having fun with some friends. 

Since when did those friends include Les? 

Everyone in the family knew Damon had been trying desperately to claw his way back into high society. 

And Les? He was the perfect person to make that happen. 

And yet, Linda never said a word. 

Boston shut his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself down. 

His assistant asked carefully, “Should we follow them?” 

“No need.” 

Boston knew Linda had good manners and a strict upbringing. She’d be home by nightfall, no doubt about 

1. it. 

He just needed to wait for her at home. 

Besides, tailing someone around the city was risky. 

If the media caught wind of it, the rumors would spiral out of control. 

The assistant nodded; he dropped Boston at home. 

But back at home, midnight came and went–then one, then two. Still no sign of Linda. 

Now Boston was truly restless. 

He didn’t care if she was trying to cozy up to the Reeses. 

 

But not coming home? That crossed a line. 

Just then, Damon stumbled in from a night of heavy drinking and spotted Boston still sitting in the living 

room. 

“Oh, we’re doing scenes in the living room now?” Damon slurred, waving a bottle. “Come off, show me what being an actor’s all about.” 

Boston was running out of patience. 

“I’m not in the mood. Go to bed.” 

Lately, it didn’t matter how nice Damon tried to be–everyone still treated him like a burden. 

And he was sick of it. 

Now even Boston, the youngest of them, dared to talk back? 

“You little punk. How dare you talk to me in that manner?” Damon snapped. 

Boston was already on edge. “Shut up.” 

Damon laughed bitterly. “Wow. You think you’re somebody now, huh? Just a lowly actor. You know what? Maybe it’s time I knocked some sense into you-” 

“Go away!” 

Boston wasn’t about to bicker with a drunk. He shoved Damon hard. 

Already off–balance from drinking, Damon stumbled and fell onto the couch with a thud. 

“Are you serious?” Damon shouted, lunging to his feet. 

He grabbed Boston’s arm and threw a punch. 

The commotion woke their older brothers, who rushed downstairs and pulled them apart. 

Boston, being a public figure, now had a bruise on his face. That would be a problem for any upcoming auditions. 

Damon wasn’t much better–his body was a mess of scrapes and bruises. But still riding a drunken high, he didn’t feel a thing. 

The butler quietly took Damon away to sober up, leaving the other three broths sitting in the living room, chain–smoking in silence.