CHAPTER 220: THE GREAT BEAUTY IN THE HOUSE

Hilla didn’t explain much because she was not very interested in the design competition. Moreover, she was so busy that she had no time or energy to prepare for the competition.

She wanted to finish the designs as soon as possible and then go back to the countryside to help Halle.

They received a constant stream of orders, so Halle had to do too many things alone.

Hilla didn’t pay more attention to the design competition. Anyway, she had only received a few orders in the past few days, so she could make designs and confirm with clients without rushing.

In the VIP room in the corner of a bar.

This room was specially custom-made, and the entire door was dull and dark so that no one would notice it.

The moment Bruce stepped into the room, he saw Stefan gracefully sipping his wine inside.

Different from the noise outside, it was exceptionally quiet inside. Moreover, there was no strange smell except for a trace of quiet and cold fragrance that was emitted from the essential oil.

Bruce sat opposite Stefan and threw a folder over.

Stefan raised his hand and caught it easily, and then he smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Anderson."

Exchanging a bolt of fabric for a project was well worth it.

"You’re welcome. You asked Hilla to call Riya back, and I will figure the interest out later."

Bruce leaned on the sofa, and they spoke in a composed manner.

They were talking back and forth in the private room.

There was also a goblet and a bottle of wine before Bruce, but Bruce had no mood to drink with him here.

Stefan’s gaze fell on Bruce and then he laughed, "She came back to see you."

Bruce said dispassionately, "But you want to see her."

Stefan scowled but he quickly smiled, "You are amazing. You have been married for so long, but she still doesn’t give up on you."

"How do you know she has not given up?"

Bruce was not anxious at all as if Riya had nothing to do with him.

Stefan was furious. It just so happened that this kind of thing could not be solved with a fight. Otherwise, he would have found someone to beat Bruce to death.

Stefan became serious and said simply, "I only want her to come back."

He threw the folder back into Bruce’s hands.

Bruce was shocked and thought that there was no loss!

Bruce said indifferently, "This condition was offered by you."

Bruce did not give Stefan a chance to go back on his word but placed the folder in front of him and poured himself a glass of wine in a good mood.

Bruce didn’t plan to drink because he needed to drive. However, it was worth celebrating, so he could only call for a designated driver later.

Stefan didn’t say anything. He offered the condition, but he could change at any time.

After downing the wine, Bruce got up and walked out of the room. It was getting late, and there was still someone waiting for him at home.

Although Hilla might not have time to wait for him, Bruce was willing to go home on time after work as a qualified husband.

When Bruce reached the door, he stopped and said, "Riya is not the kind of girl who can’t move on, not to mention that I am married."

Bruce was married, so there would be no other women around him and no other women would have a chance to get close to him. Even if Bruce, Riya, and Stefan used to have a good relationship that they could sleep on the same bed!

Bruce did not allow himself to think too much about their past. Since it was the past, there was no need to think about it.

Stefan drank his wine silently, and the red liquid flitted across his eyes.

It was said that Riya was free and easy. However, if she could move on, why did she not go anywhere but to Pinecastle in the same year when Hilla went to Pinecastle?

Since she knew the relationship between Hilla and Bruce, why did she become close friends with Hilla?

It might be because she was unwilling to give up and was somewhat hopeful.

After Stefan finished the last glass of wine, he got up and walked out of the room coldly and steadily.

If it wasn’t for the fact that his eyes were red and his hands that were clenched into fists were shaking, no one could discover that he was drunk.

It was said that Stefan was cold, taciturn, and ruthless, but he couldn’t drink alcohol.

When Bruce got into the car, there was a designated driver in the car. He glanced at the back door of the bar and calmly said, "Let’s go."

Hilla had just taken a shower when she heard footsteps outside the door, and then she knew that Bruce had returned.

She didn’t expect that he would come back a little late today, but she was still in a good mood.

Thinking that her work was almost done, Hilla dressed in a beautiful nightdress. The beautiful also needed to be beautiful when they slept!

Today was the wrap party for the cast, so Hilla had always received their calls.

Although she had refused, she couldn’t stand their enthusiasm.

Therefore, Hilla was too lazy to answer the phone.

Eating and going to the karaoke bar were one of the two most important things in life. At the end of the wrap party, someone suggested going to the karaoke bar.

As the heroine, Carlie was the one who drank the most. In the end, even her assistant and agent were drunk.

Carlie frowned and curled up on the sofa. She wanted to get a taxi after the others all left.

Unexpectedly, after the others left, she also felt a little intoxicated. A slender figure walked over and stood next to her. Carlie squinted and called out uncertainly, "Stanley."

"The others have left. I’ll drive you back!"

Carlie didn’t refuse but directly told him the name of her hotel.

This hotel was not far from the Lakeshore Center, and they were on the way.

When Stanley helped Carlie up, Carlie’s phone fell onto the sofa. He subconsciously picked it up and saw the call records that Carlie had made to Hilla.

Stanley had a strange feeling and a thought lingered in his mind for a short time before he made a decision.

Hilla was about to go downstairs when the phone on the bed rang.

She was so annoyed that she wanted to turn off her phone. However, she then found it was from Carlie. When she checked the time, she found it was very late and the party should be over.

Hilla’s phone rang again.

Noticing it was still from Carlie, Hilla couldn’t ignore it anymore but answered it hesitantly.

"Hello?"

"Hilla, it is your number."

It turned out to be Stanley. Hilla was about to hang up the phone, but Stanley seemed to have known what she was going to do.

He continued, "Carlie is drunk. I don’t know where she lives, and it’s not convenient for her to live in my house. Can you go downstairs to take her in for a night?"

Hilla thought, "Why should I take Carlie in? It’s not convenient either!"

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Hilla held the cell phone, puffed out her cheeks, and frowned.

If it was anyone else, she would definitely refuse. But it was Carlie. Carlie was still her client, so she could not leave Carlie out on the street.

Just as she was hesitating, Stanley said, "If you don’t take her in, I will throw her downstairs. Anyway, I am not the embarrassed one. I have done my best to send her here."

"He is too heartless and ruthless." Hilla thought.

Couldn’t he be tender toward the woman? Especially Carlie was such a great beauty.

He even said he was going to leave Carlie alone on the street.

"Where are her assistant and agent?"

A celebrity like Carlie couldn’t come out alone. What if someone took photos of her and dished the dirt about her?

Stanley sneered, rather haughtily. "They’re all drunk. What exactly do you think about it? I can’t stay here for too long."

Carlie was drunk now. What was more, they had just shot a film together. It was the time when Carlie and Stanley had many shippers. Although the neighborhood had always been safe, it could not prevent accidents from happening.

Stanley was obviously getting a little testy, so Hilla could only grit her teeth and said, "Wait a moment, I’ll go downstairs immediately."

Since she couldn’t leave Carlie alone, she could only take Carlie home.

Hilla took a coat and hurried downstairs. When Bruce went downstairs, he only saw Hilla’s back. Therefore, he asked Alexa.

"What’s wrong with Hilla?"

"She has answered an important call and said she was going downstairs."

Hilla has been very busy recently, and he almost couldn’t see her at home.

Bruce frowned and followed Hilla out with a coat.

As soon as Hilla arrived, she saw Carlie leaning against Stanley. Carlie was tall, but her high heels had been kicked off.

Stanley covered Carlie’s face with his coat. He was also wearing dark glasses and a cap because he did not want to be recognized.

Hilla stepped forward with a frown, "She lives in a hotel. Why don’t you send her to the hotel?"

Stanley glanced at Hilla through the dark glasses and sneered, "Do you think it is appropriate for us to go to the hotel?"

Hilla was lost for word.

It was troublesome to be a celebrity. Forget what she had said.

Putting Carlie on her body, Hilla had to drag her to the elevator.

Stanley held the high heels and stood aside. When he watched Hilla dragging Carlie laboriously, he said lazily, "Do you need my help?"

"No."

If Carlie stayed at her house tonight, Hilla would probably have to appease Bruce for a long time. And if Stanley went upstairs, it was more difficult to appease Bruce.

Hilla took the high heels from Stanley and asked Carlie beside her in a soft voice, "Can you walk on your own?"

When Carlie took off the clothes on her face, she could see clearly. As she was drunk, her face was reddish. Therefore, she was not as cold as before but looked a bit goofy.

Carlie nodded at Hilla and said, "Yes."

"Then let’s go over there."

Hilla guided her in a low voice. Stanley watched her from behind and riveted his eyes into her even harder.

Although Carlie felt dizzy, she could know that it was Hilla beside her. Therefore, she said apologetically, "Sorry to disturb you. I will stay for the night."

Carlie put a finger on her red lips, which made her incredibly sexy.

Hilla only felt a headache. If Hilla lived here alone, she would have no objections if Carlie wanted to stay for ten nights. However, Bruce hated seeing strangers at home.

If she took Carlie home, she did not know how much he would complain about. "We’re going to go into the elevator."

The elevator door opened. When Hilla supported the shaking Carlie, she looked up and saw Bruce standing inside.

Why did he go downstairs as well?

Before Hilla could speak, she found Carlie suddenly stood up and bowed low to Bruce.

"Good evening, Mr. Anderson!"

Bruce was lost for word.

Where did this drunkard come from?

The moment Hilla saw Bruce’s frown, Hilla knew that Bruce was already very disgusted. And he did not even come over to help her but silently stepped back.

Bruce whispered, "What happened?"

His gaze fell on Hilla. Therefore, Hilla suddenly became nervous.

"Today is the last day of filming, so she was drunk. The person who sent her over did not know where she lived, so he could only send her here."

"Well, do you know where she lives?"

"I know." Hilla nodded.

"Send her away!" Bruce was so heartless and cold. Is this his way of comforting people?

"Since she is here, it is not good to send her away. Moreover, she lives in a hotel. It is late. If we send her there, I am afraid that tomorrow’s news will do her a lot of harm."

Bruce snorted, "It has nothing to do with us."

Bruce was too direct and Hilla couldn’t believe what she heard. Hilla then looked at Carlie and thought that she was sober after seeing Bruce, but Carlie fell asleep with her back bowed.

How could she send Carlie away?

Moreover, Hilla admired Carlie for her ability to fall asleep in this position.

"Honey, let’s take her in for the night."

Hilla blinked and pulled Carlie into the elevator, pressing the floor button quickly.

When the elevator door closed, Hilla looked up at Bruce’s angry face and extended a finger, "Let her stay for a night. Honey, I am tired."

Carlie was leaning steadily on her shoulder. She was not as heavy as Hilla thought.

Hilla was happy that Carlie was so obedient after she was drunk. Otherwise, Hilla would suffer more.

Bruce’s gaze flicked around her face and then he did not say anything.

However, Hilla knew that he agreed.

The moment the elevator door opened, Hilla thought that Bruce would help her to support Carlie. However, Bruce directly passed her and returned home.

After a while, Alexa came out and helped Carlie into the room.

Hilla glanced upstairs and ordered Alexa to clean up the only guest room in the house.

Carlie wasn’t clingy nor did she trouble them so much. As soon as Hilla helped her up, she obediently followed Hilla upstairs, returned to the guest room, and directly fell on the bed.

Hilla was afraid that Carlie would have a headache at night, so she asked Alexa to

pour a glass of honey water for Carlie. And then she returned to her room.

As soon as the door of the guest room was closed, Carlie suddenly opened her eyes.

She covered her chest with both hands and breathed heavily.

After confirming that she was still alive, she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She actually lived in Mr. Anderson’s house!