When Alyssa with Basil got to the Emperor Hotel, she hurried to the private booth Felicity was in. Her eyes swept across the people in the room. Felicity was bending over the table, drunk. A potbellied man was mauling her.

Alyssa laughed and walked over to Felicity. With her hands on Felicity's shoulders, she said to the other people at the table, "Sorry, everyone, but it's late and my parents are worried about my sister. I have to take her home. She’ll get together with you next time."

Felicity was an actress. A TV series called The Stories of Imperial Harems was being made. She played a vicious supporting role in it. They shot a big scene today, and someone suggested a celebration. Felicity had felt under the weather and didn’t want to attend it. But the rest of the crew had insisted. Unwilling to embarrass them, Felicity had agreed to come at last.

The big-bellied man sitting next to Felicity was Dirk Zhang, the director. He had gained some influence in the show business in the past few years. He used to make porn, and he was lustful. Tired of his harassment, Felicity had called Alyssa to get her out of there.

"Since when does she have a sister?"

The director was unhappy. He had been leching after Felicity since the day she joined the crew. But it turned out that Felicity was aloof from his power and flirtation. He had planned to get her drunk during the meal and then get her into bed. But now this so-called sister of hers had come from nowhere and ruined his plan.

"You’re so busy. Of course such trivia wouldn't bother you."

Dirk was happy to hear that. A broad smile spread across his meaty face. He decided to let go this time. There were plenty of scenes to shoot. He still had opportunities. Felicity would be in his bed sooner or later.

Basil supported Felicity as the three of them left the private booth.

As soon as they were out of the booth, Felicity stood up. She was tipsy, but she wasn't too drunk to walk.

"Are you okay?"

Alyssa asked, stroking Felicity's burning cheeks.

"I’m fine," Felicity replied. She turned to Basil and apologized, "Sorry. I ruined your romantic evening."

Alyssa smiled, meeting Basil's eyes. "It was just a dinner."

They walked towards the elevator. A man in a suit was already there waiting for the elevator. His profile was perfect.

Alyssa stood beside the man with Felicity leaning on her shoulder. She could only see one side of his face, but she kept stealing glances at him, because his face seemed familiar to her. A while later, the elevator arrived. When the doors opened, then man stepped in first. He walked to the farthest end of the elevator and turned around. It was only then that Alyssa could see clearly his face.

It was her boss!

Gosh!

What luck!

Should I greet him? He might not even remember me.

It would be embarrassing.

But if I don't, I would be doomed if he does remember me.

Alyssa was stumped. While she was thinking about it with her lips pressed together, Basil urged, "Alyssa, come on, the doors are closing."

Alyssa raised her head to look at Aaron. He happened to lift his head too when he heard Basil. His eyes were shifted to her.

Seeing that her boss had noticed her, Alyssa greeted him with a smiled, "Good evening, sir."