Part 2The Billionaire's Thirst Trap: Waiting for You in Bed

After the self-introduction segment passed, the host began arranging the first warm-up game.

A cliché game of Truth or Dare.

In the first round, Mia lost.

The host got excited: "Will our Mia choose Truth or Dare?"

Mia thought for a moment. "Truth."

Seeing there was gossip to dig up, the host's pitch went up excitedly, "Oh, can we ask anything?"

Hearing this, Mia shyly covered her face, "As long as it's not too overboard. That person is quite low-profile."

The chat went into another sugar-craze frenzy:

"Hahaha, Nate: Stop calling me 'that person', just read out my social security number already."

"Who gets it? After officially announcing it, are the lovebirds not even hiding anymore? The sweetness is severely exceeding limits."

"Scarlett's face is green, she's even rolling her eyes. She's been fighting with our Mia for resources for so many years. Now that our Mia has someone backing her, she's dumbfounded."

No...

I was just bored out of my mind and adjusting the position of my color contacts. How did that turn into rolling my eyes?

After getting Mia's permission, the host wore an auntie-like smile: "Okay, our question is, can you describe the process of how you met that person?"

Mia pursed her lips into a smile, as if reminiscing: "Last winter, as the spokesperson for the Blackwood Group, after finishing the commercial shoot, Nathaniel specifically bought a cup of hot cocoa and gave it to me. We strolled together in the garden..."

The more Mia spoke, the redder her face got, finally lowering her eyes shyly.

"Wow~ So romantic." The host and other guests gave appropriate reactions, seemingly intoxicated by the story too.

But as the background extra in the corner, the more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong. I put down the orange I was halfway through eating and couldn't help but ask:

"Are you sure that cup of hot cocoa was bought specifically for you by Nathaniel?"

Mia paused for a second, raised her signature smile, and her voice sounded a bit wronged: "Yes, does Scarlett think I'm lying?"

I advised her tactfully: "You might want to think back a little more carefully..."

I had an impression of the shoot Mia was talking about.

But I clearly remembered that day, due to some shameful reasons, Nathaniel didn't even go to the company at all. Instead, he messed around with me in the bedroom for the entire afternoon.

From the bed to the floor-to-ceiling windows to the vanity...

When he left that night, his belt was snapped.

The hot cocoa was a winter perk sent by the company executives to all employees.

Even the cleaning ladies got a cup.

As for strolling in the garden, that was even more ridiculous. That day it was hailing ice chunks the size of pigeon eggs...

Mia probably didn't expect to be questioned. Her sweet smile stiffened on her face, and her tone carried a trace of imperceptible anger:

"Scarlett, you doubting me like this... are you very close with Nathaniel?"

Due to professional reasons, I didn't want to expose my relationship with Nathaniel, plus we were still in a cold war, so I gave a vague answer:

"We're alright."

Just at the level of having negative-distance interactions four or five times a week.

Mia put on an innocent look: "Oh, is that so. But, Scarlett, why have I never heard Nathaniel mention you..."

The chat exploded:

"Hahaha, the face-slap came as fast as a tornado! Scarlett, this try-hard, is going to kill me with laughter. She actually dared to question the relationship between Mia and Nate. I bet she hasn't even seen Nate's face."

"Weakly asking, am I the only one who feels that Scarlett's dodging eyes make it look like she really has a history with Nate? What if Mia is actually lying..."

"Upstairs, where did you get this psychotic delusion? How could Nate have any history with this clout-chasing chick? It's bad enough she competes with Mia for everything normally, but now she even dares to try to steal Nate. Her thick skin knows no bounds."