the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart

"Director, director, the guest in the house successfully broke through, one escapee." The staff, who suffered a setback, called the director urgently with a woeful expression.

Daniel was eating pickles and drinking cold water. The local specialties he brought—flatbread paired with pickles—had a flavor that was indescribably sharp and refreshing. When he heard the voice over the walkie-talkie, he almost spat out his mouthful of bread.

zombies staring at 4 people in the house, yet someone managed to escape? Daniel was furiously outraged, while the other continued with a face like a pulled long face, "Mr. Stewart ran too fast, the cameraman was left behind."

"The person’s gone, so what’s the point in filming?" Daniel tossed the bread in his hand in a fit of anger, his tongue tangled with frustration as he cursed, "If we can’t find him, do you believe tomorrow the whole internet will accuse us of cheating, saying we gave Mr. Stewart preferable treatment?"

So all the zombies in the town received instructions to bite anyone they saw, no one was to be spared.

However, half an hour passed, and forget about people, not even a passing rat was seen. When six o’clock struck, the production team called it a day and went into a rest phase.

Chloe Winston, who had reached the hospital and saw the zombies clocking off, all heading toward the production team, burst into laughter. This damn, these were the most adorable zombies she’d ever seen, even clocking in and out of work punctually.

The production team was truly amazing.

The viewers in the live broadcast room also burst into laughter. Did the director realize he had dug himself such a deep pit by now, given that Miss Chloe had already made it to the doorstep?

"Feels like the production team is about to get what they deserve."

"Hahaha, Miss Chloe is like a ghost, appearing and disappearing~"

"Whoever’s the genius behind nighttime action being ineffective? The production team thought controlling the four male guests would ensure total victory, not realizing that my Miss Chloe is off the charts, hahahahaha, just waiting for Miss Chloe to annihilate the opposing team solo."

"Hahaha, so looking forward to tomorrow’s broadcast!"

"Ah Chloe, do you think the director watches the live broadcast, knows our location?" Wendy Starling, carrying a backpack full of food, collapsed exhausted on the ground after dodging so many zombies—both thrilling and dangerous—she exhaled deeply feeling her whole body ache.

"No, this episode is a joint confrontation, the director’s side doesn’t link to the live broadcast room. Since the main focus is on the female guests, the live broadcast connects directly to them." The follow-up cameraman, having finished the broadcast, gave a thumbs up to the two of them, saying admiringly, "Miss Winston and Miss Starling are truly impressive, I bet the director is still in the dark."

"Hahaha, Chloe Winston is the impressive one." Wendy Starling beamed enthusiastically, not expecting this episode’s shoot to be so exhilarating.

"Half an hour ago there was commotion, the zombies seemed to be searching for someone, maybe the male guests broke through on their side. Let’s head to the hospital, we’ll rest there tonight." Chloe picked up her heavy backpack, handed a pack of supplies to the follow-up cameraman, and said with a sweet smile, "Initially thought this episode was champion level, turns out it’s bronze."

With that said, Chloe swaggered through the hospital entrance and was seized by the man who’s been lying in wait.

Constantine Stewart, who had been lying low in the hospital, tightly grabbed the girl’s wrist, chuckling in a deep sexy manner, "You took your time, I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour."

Two groups of people met face-to-face, Chloe’s pretty face turned cold, Wendy was overjoyed, the two following cameramen patted their foreheads, smiling in resignation—this time, the production team really messed up.

"Speak nicely, stop groping around." Chloe said impatiently.

The man’s dark eyes deepened, seeing her pretty little face dirty, he pulled out a handkerchief he carried, silently wiped it for her, drawing the girl even closer.

Caught off guard being stuffed with PDA, Wendy swallowed back all her unsaid words with difficulty.

The two follow-up cameramen looked up at the sky, pretending they don’t exist.

"Let’s move separately at night." Constantine gave Wendy a cool smile, then dragged Chloe away with an arm around her.

The three left behind: "???"

Wendy was left stunned by this earth-shattering gossip, Chloe and Mr. Stewart?

Wendy was almost about to laugh out loud with joy, so that fake innocent Luo Yiren is just destined to be a disposable side character? That bitch still parades around in front of her every day, boasting insolently. Wendy was so delighted she could barely resist running to slap Luo Yiren in the face right now.

Today might be the happiest day she’s had in half a year.

Chloe was dragged by Constantine but, constrained by recording the show, dared not scream loudly, suddenly turning flushed with anger, she said in a low voice, "Constantine Stewart, what the hell are you doing?"

Constantine dragged her into an office on the hospital’s first floor, closed the door, pinned her against the wall, his handsome pale face lowered, forehead resting against hers, his breath unstable. Hoarsely he said, "Chloe Winston, shall we start over?"

Constantine’s gaze was deep like a black hole, his long hands tightly gripping her shoulders, holding her within his embrace. He hadn’t displayed his prowess in front of anyone in years. Ever since returning to the commercial industry in his country, the challenges had lessened. Making money no longer piqued his interest, the girl he adopted had been stripped of all her defenses, the marriage so sweet it became somewhat cloying. He thought he was tired of this life, idly ending everything.

But he’s been suffering from insomnia for half a year, life more tedious than before, and variety shows hardly stirred his interest. He escaped from the house guarded by 20 individuals, squatted for half an hour, yet no one discovered him. Until the little girl came with three others, her voice sweet and charming, with a hint of excitement and mischief—that moment, Constantine’s heart raced.

He thought he had seen through her, but every time he met Chloe Winston she gave him fresh feelings. Constantine considered himself perhaps a fool; even if Chloe hit or cursed him, he found the girl lively and adorable, wanting to bring her home, more so wishing her to submit to him.

Chloe nearly doubted her ears were malfunctioning; if not for Constantine being so close, his thin lips nearly pressing against her face, repeating himself, she’d suspect Constantine’s brain was damaged.

Chloe knew she’s changed a lot in the past half year, perhaps the grit she displayed in the variety show rekindled Constantine’s interest, but she’d been foolish once, one cannot drown in the same river twice.

"I’m not interested in starting over with you, Mr. Stewart. You’re a decade older than me; I don’t want a relationship with an older man, I prefer young, lively guys." Chloe smiled, yet her eyes were devoid of humor. She’d be insane to start again with Constantine Stewart.

"Am I not handsome enough? Not rich enough? Or am I lacking in bed skills? Chloe Winston, why are you so unwise? Hmm?" Constantine’s gaze grew even deeper, questioning in a low and threatening manner.