Part 3The Billionaire's Thirst Trap: Waiting for You in Bed

After the Truth or Dare game ended.

It was nearing noon.

The show had an established tradition since it first aired.

Every guest star had to randomly draw a friend from their contacts list live on the show and invite them over.

This would determine whether the guests would eat a feast or dark cuisine for lunch.

This was also the show's glaringly obvious little scheme: by only paying the fee for two people, they could get the buzz of four celebrities.

The assistant returned the phones that were collected at the start of the recording to me and Mia.

The host spoke mysteriously: "Today's invitation segment is a bit different from before. You need to cast your phone screen to the big screen, and the fans will pick who you invite."

Mia obligingly agreed and opened her iMessage. The big screen displayed her contact list.

The pinned chat was named "My Nate".

The number of viewers on the live stream practically doubled, everyone spamming "Nathaniel Blackwood", causing the popularity to skyrocket.

The host looked at Mia with a face full of anticipation: "It seems the fans and I are very much looking forward to Mrs. Blackwood and Mr. Blackwood uniting on screen."

Amidst the crowd's teasing, Mia slowly typed in the chat box: "Nathaniel, do you have time at noon?"

The chat was boiling:

"Yo yo yo, dating really turns people into kids, and our aloof Nate is no exception. Who is this cute nickname trying to kill with sweetness? Looking forward to the lovebirds in the same frame. Let's see if Scarlett still dares to be so arrogant."

"I heard the Blackwood family has strict rules and a low-profile nature. They never allow descendants to participate in entertainment activities unrelated to the business. Is Nate going to break the rules for Mia? Wow, what an idol drama plot."

Time ticked by, minute by second, and the chat box for "My Nate" remained completely silent.

Mia had to exit the screen casting first. A few seconds later, she suddenly widened her eyes in surprise, her tone acting coquettish:

"Nathaniel replied! He said he was just in a meeting. He's very busy today and can't make it this afternoon."

"He also said he wants to buy me a few Hermes bags to make up for it. Hmph, how are a few bags enough? I want a hundred from him. I'll keep one, and give the rest to the host and the fans."

Hearing that Nathaniel couldn't come, the fans in the chat were visibly disappointed, but the next second they got very excited to eat the sugar:

"Wow, Nate spoils Mia so much. A hundred designer bags, just like that. He really is inhumanly rich. Can Mia let me possess her body for two days?"

"Really have to thank Mia for bringing us such great perks. Can't believe how precious the bags bought by the billionaire heir will be."

"Is this the domineering wealth of the richest man in the city? No wonder Scarlett is so jealous of Mia. She must be dying of red-eyed envy right now."

The host's eyes lit up, her tone very exaggerated: "Then let me thank Mia in advance! I guess I'm bathing in Mrs. Blackwood's good fortune."

In this atmosphere of peace and harmony, I couldn't hold it back and let out a laugh.

Because Mia had already exited the screen casting, everyone couldn't see her chat box.

But I knew, this was absolutely impossible to be a message Nathaniel sent her.

Unsurprisingly, my laughter triggered another climax in the chat, everyone flaming me for "sour grapes."

Only a few rational fans raised doubts:

"How is it so coincidental? The moment she exits screen casting, Nate replies? Could Mia have made it up?"

But very quickly, they were attacked back by the swarming netizens:

"You must be a Scarlett fan. Like idol, like fan. Acting like rats in the gutter, universally hated and can't stand to see others do well."

"..."

After hearing the laugh, the host finally noticed my existence and casually asked without much care:

"Scarlett, are you ready to cast your screen?"

I was just about to nod when I suddenly remembered something and subconsciously gripped my phone tight: "Can we wait a second?"

Mia comforted me gently, but a trace of mockery flashed through her eyes: "Scarlett, don't feel pressured. Even if you just invite a small actor, we'll be very happy."

Seeing my delayed movement, the host got a bit annoyed: "Is Scarlett too tired from playing games just now? It's fine, I'll help you."

The host snatched the phone from my hand.

On the big screen, the first thing that caught everyone's eye was the sexy, chiseled contours of a man's silhouette, his pale pink lips slightly pursed.

The man was kneeling on the wooden floor, his head tilted up slightly. Muscles were packed under a well-tailored suit, his tie casually being pulled by a woman's hand painted with red nail polish.

Cold and dripping with sexual tension.

Even though only the lower half of his face was exposed, someone in the chat recognized him at a glance:

"Isn't this Nate? Why is Scarlett using Nate's picture as her wallpaper?"

"Good lord, so Scarlett, the green tea bitch, is a delusional fan of Nate. No wonder she has so much hostility towards our Mia. Sure enough, solo fans only have mental breakdowns when the real sister-in-law appears."

"But wait, this photo can't be searched anywhere on the entire internet. Why does Scarlett have it? I'm increasingly feeling like there might actually be something between these two..."

"Bullsht, this is obviously photoshopped at first glance. If you ask me, just let Scarlett invite Nate too. Mia is too kind. Let Nate come over in person and extinguish her arrogance."

"Hahaha, the person upstairs is a fcking genius! Why didn't I think of such a savage move? Yes, let her invite him! The woman who bullied Nate and even dared to photoshop pictures to disgust him—I can't wait to see this green tea's reputation ruined."

"Support Scarlett inviting Nate!" Comments flooded the screen.