Chapter: 67

Since the plagiarism scandal, no studio was willing to hire Lilliana as a designer. She was relegated to menial tasks.

She began to slack off after only two and a half days.

Her current predicament seemed hellish compared to her former luxurious life.

Lilliana found it hard to come to terms with her drastically changed circumstances.

Once Alan had her back, and now she served as nothing more than an errand runner.

“Lilldana, there's a dinner tonight. Get ready and join us," her boss instructed.

Lilliana scowled. Dinner? That sounded like a euphemism for parading around as eye candy and fetching drinks.

"No," she responded tersely, her tone laced with defiance.

Her boss retorted with a sneer, “If you're not coming, then clear out your desk. I have no use for freeloaders."

Lilliana's expression darkened, but she begrudgingly consented.

“Good. Make sure you look sharp tonight. There's a bonus in it for you if we secure the deal."

The boss spoke as his gaze lingered uncomfortably on her. If it weren't for her beauty, he wouldn't have hired her.

Silently seething, Lilliana formed a plan in her mind.

Dressed strikingly, she entered the private room, immediately capturing everyone's attention.

Her dress was the picture of innocence, but her eyes told a different story-utterly seductive. The party hadn't yet begun in earnest, yet the old men were visibly mesmerized by her allure.

Her boss was no exception. He couldn't tear his gaze away and quickly offered up his chair. “Lilliana, please, take this seat. You're absolutely radiant this evening," he said.

With a quick glance at an old man seated beside her boss, Lilliana took a seat next to him, her smile both warm and engaging.

"This studio of yours really does conceal some treasures," the old man noted appreciatively.

"It's really nothing," her boss dismissed casually. "Lilliana, would you mind serving our guest some wine?"

Concealing her revulsion, Lilliana poured the wine and clinked glasses with the old man, managing a few polite toasts.

As the evening progressed, the room's atmosphere thickened with expectation, and the old man became increasingly bold, his hands creeping ever nearer to her.

Feigning drunkenness, she excused herself and stepped outside, quickly sending a text to Alan.

“Alan, save me!"

After a tense few minutes, Alan responded, perplexed, with a question mark. She immediately called him, and he picked up.