"I’m not afraid; I just worry that those people might band together against you in the future, and then you’ll be in trouble."
Nathan Jacobs gently played with Holly Houston’s long hair as he spoke tenderly.
Although Holly wasn’t as fair as Nina Quinn, nor did she possess July Quinn’s striking boldness, she excelled in her affection for him, always yielding to his wishes.
Even when Nathan faced backlash for his live stream stunt, she comforted and encouraged him.
Thanks to her support, Nathan gradually emerged from total abandonment by the world.
Yet, after one drunken night, they broke through the final barrier, beginning their reckless and dangerous relationship.
The more they defied moral boundaries, the more joyous it seemed to them.
So recently, while Holly was busy with the show, Nathan directly moved into her room, indulging in daily escapades.
As for Holly’s busy fiancé, who was preoccupied with wedding plans, he was utterly unaware of the shameful betrayal.
Caressing her cheek, Nathan spoke with deep emotion.
"Holly, you must understand that I’ve been through the lows, so I know exactly how people will take advantage of you."
The abrupt breakup notice from Nina without any discussion still pierced Nathan’s heart.
Thus, Nathan didn’t want Holly to suffer such anguish.
Because Holly was so kind, following him without demanding status.
"Brother Nathan, rest assured, I won’t let them catch any dirt on us, never giving them the chance to push when the wall falls."
Holly vowed confidently, ready to initiate more midnight pleasure.
But just then, her phone rang repeatedly, forcing her to pause and check the message.
She couldn’t help it, as her boyfriend occasionally insisted on meeting at the hotel.
If he had messaged her about visiting and she missed it, wouldn’t her dangerous relationship with Nathan be exposed?
"Strange, why is the sender’s number just a bunch of symbols?" This text is hosted at novel~fire~net
Holly was puzzled as she looked at the message.
But when she opened the video attached to the message, she no longer cared about her confusion.
Because the video clip extracted was her conversation with her assistant on the first day of recording "Competition Dance."
"Miss Houston, no need to reshoot; we can edit this later to create a gimmick, a highlight, portraying July Quinn as antisocial."
"Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?"
"But that day, I clearly formatted all the surveillance footage. What is this all about?"
Holly panicked, almost dropping her phone.
After she and her assistant decided to give July Quinn an antisocial persona, they worried the onsite surveillance would leave traces; so, they formatted all footage in advance.
But why was this surveillance footage still retrieved and sent to her phone?
Nathan initially thought it was Holly’s fiancé texting and continued playing on his phone, not wanting to disturb their affectionate moment.
Unexpectedly, Holly screamed.
He came over and took Holly’s phone to check the recent messages.
"Not good, it’s a hacker."
Seeing the jumbled symbols, Nathan could guess the situation.
Holly’s show’s surveillance had been hacked, and the video proving July Quinn’s innocence was sent to her.
"A hacker? What do they want?"
Holly couldn’t understand how she attracted a hacker.
"Wait, there should be more coming."
As Nathan spoke, the jumbled symbols sent another message.
"Before midnight, transfer 90 million to the account linked, or I’ll send this video to media outlets."