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

The refined and elegant features, consistently gentle as jade, smiles as a spring breeze, Constantine Stewart’s appearance is famously good in the Imperial City’s elite circle, and she deeply knows his prowess in bed, his stamina is somewhat excessive, but does any of this matter to her?

Chloe Winston smiled, repeatedly saying, "You’re too big, Mr. Stewart."

"Is big not good?" Constantine Stewart asked with a double entendre, his voice low with a hint of frustration, he had already told her they were starting anew, almost like saying sorry to her, going back to the same person was unprecedented in his life, Chloe, what more do you want?

Is she sure that he is heavily interested in her now, so she is acting out?

Hearing this, Chloe’s ears turned red, and she sarcastically retorted, "Then I’ll try a few more men to compare if you are big or not."

Constantine Stewart squinted his eyes, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Then let’s start with me first."

After finishing, the man bowed his head and kissed her disobedient cherry lips, the kiss was fierce and lingering, intentionally showcasing his kissing skills, he aimed to kiss her into submitting.

This dog! Chloe reached for the sniper rifle she carried, mercilessly using the gun’s handle to push against his chest, taking advantage as he grunted, she kicked him and dashed out the door.

Shit. What bad luck, Chloe continued to run while wiping her swollen red lips, encountering Wendy Starling who just came in.

"What’s wrong, are there zombies?" Wendy Starling quickly tightened her grip on the replica sniper rifle and asked nervously.

Chloe: "..."

Too immersed in the act, hopeless.

"Even scarier than zombies." Chloe snorted coldly, "Let’s search the hospital for any supply packs, it’s unscientific to not provide sleeping bags."

The town has been abandoned for years, left with mere frames, hardly anything useful inside, let alone sheets and bedding.

The show likely didn’t expect guests to break through the barricade and reach the hospital, when Chloe and others saw their disappeared luggage on the stairs of the second floor, they were speechless.

How much does the show look down on them, hmm?

Chloe found her travel bag, pulled out a sleeping bag.

"Mr. Stewart, do you need a sleeping bag?" Wendy Starling saw Constantine Stewart coming upstairs with a cold expression, quickly smiling and buttering up the big shot.

"One sleeping bag with Chloe is enough." The man said expressionlessly.

Everyone: "..."

The accompanying photographers went to find their own luggage, and unearthed the canned lunch they brought, somewhat excited, they could have an extra meal tonight.

"Mr. Stewart, Ms. Winston, Ms. Starling, we have canned lunch here." The accompanying photographer generously shared their canned lunch.

"I brought fruit!" Wendy Starling remembered the large box of cherries she stuffed into her luggage, and eagerly went to find the cherries.

"I brought Yakult." Chloe winked and pulled three big packs of Yakult from her travel bag.

Mr. Stewart, who didn’t bring any food, decided to mooch off Chloe’s. Finding their luggage seemed like a blessing from the heavens.

Chloe and her group happily laid out sleeping bags and had dinner, while over at the show’s side, the director Daniel looked dumbfounded at the three male guests who boldly came to demand food, what the hell, such shamelessness?

"Director, didn’t you say that after 6 pm, all actions were ineffective? Everything we do now is invalid." Desmond Wood, with his baby face, snatched the supply packs from the crew, stuffed food and drinks into his arms, not forgetting to toss some over to Charles Taylor.

"You zombies stay away from me, you affect my appetite, don’t bite me, biting me is an ineffective action, got it?" Desmond Wood said arrogantly, munching on beef jerky, drinking pure water, holding onto the supplies, and shouted at the show’s staff.

Charles Taylor and William Zamora sat down, although the supply packs couldn’t be taken away, they would feast and drink before discussing further.

"No, who thought of such a wicked idea?" Daniel was dumbfounded, the zombies were also dumbfounded, what the hell, the guests bullied like dogs, how could they now trample on them, arrogantly eating and drinking?

However, it was fair, it was rest time now, not filming time, the guests ran over here demanding food and drink, they were powerless.

Only now did Daniel slap his thigh, realizing he had dug himself a deep hole, only thinking of them breaking out at night, everyone going to sleep, who had the time to block them but didn’t expect these brats, always pulling stunts.

"Constantine Stewart sent us, but you bunch of old men, can’t even stop a rich heir, isn’t it embarrassing?" Desmond Wood said disdainfully.

The show’s staff, masquerading as zombies, hung their heads in shame, feeling aggrieved, Mr. Stewart with those skills, climbing such high walls, flipping them, who could stop it?

"Hurry up and eat, after eating, go back to sleep, if trapped then be trapped in style." Daniel said with a face full of grievances.

"Hahaha, alright then, brothers, eat and drink our fill then go back to sleep, wait for Constantine Stewart to fish us out tomorrow." Desmond Wood chuckled, "This must be the most relaxed recording I’ve ever had."

No need to do anything, great!

The show: "..."

*

Chloe still slept with Wendy Starling at night, each had their own sleeping bag, although the hospital was abandoned, compared to the previous two episodes’ filming environment, it was heaven.

"Chloe, did Mr. Stewart come on this reality show because of you?" Wendy Starling tugged Chloe’s clothes and whispered.

The two laid in the tent, not far was Constantine Stewart’s tent, however, the man was quite rigid, hung a rope in the middle, and brought two curtains over to partition, whereas the two photographers’ tents were further away.

Chloe sneered at this, shook her head, and said, "Curiosity killed the cat, Sister Wendy, Constantine Stewart is not a good person, we should best keep away from him."

Wendy Starling giggled, "I think Mr. Stewart is quite nice, good-looking, powerful, wealthy, no wonder Ru Yiunned targeted you before, turns out you’re set to marry into a rich family."

Chloe felt exhausted, she was a cast-off from a wealthy family, okay?

"Chloe, stop the chatting, sleep early, we still have to record the show tomorrow." The deep sexy voice of the man sounded from outside.

Chloe was utterly annoyed by him, coldly replied, "Mind your own business."

"Be a good girl, hmm?" The man’s voice gently rose, with no displeasure, bringing a touch of tolerance and indulgence.

Chloe was so furious she almost vomited blood, that shameless dog, deliberately acting intimate in public, ruining her reputation!!!

"Sleeping, sleeping, ate dog food all night, truly indigestion." Wendy Starling winked playfully at Chloe, smiling.

Chloe miserably lay down to sleep, seems she really needs to find a boyfriend, otherwise, the ex-husband clinging persistently is quite annoying.