Melody Ashworth screamed, shocked, incredulous, and angry, looking at the instigator. She hadn’t expected Serena Sterling to arrive so quickly and douse her with a bucket of cold water. Fresh chapters posted on N0veI.Fiɾe.net Serena was indeed there, standing by the door, holding a wooden bucket. The bucket fell, and Serena covered her red lips with both small hands, "Oh, my-god!" She then covered her eyes in a panic, "Sister Shen, I didn’t see anything, absolutely didn’t see you taking off all your clothes and hugging a man, sorry, please continue!" Serena turned and ran out. Melody was so angry that she almost spat out a mouthful of blood, Serena Sterling! "Someone, someone!" Melody wanted to call her maids to teach Serena a lesson. But Serena had already rushed outside. The commotion attracted many people, who asked concernedly, "Miss Sterling, what happened?" Serena looked panicked, almost in tears, "There’s a fire, Sister Shen’s room is on fire!" Everyone picked up buckets and rushed to Melody’s room, throwing cold water in without a word. Melody had wanted to teach Serena a lesson, but she couldn’t dodge in time, and buckets of cold water came pouring in from all sides. Melody felt like she was going crazy! Serena stood outside watching the scene, and when she’d seen enough, she left. Soon there was the sound of steady footsteps behind her, and then her slender, fair wrist was held by a firm hand. Hayden Crawford had arrived. He pressed against her, pushing her into a dim corner, a faint smile playing on his lips, and in a low voice tinged with affection, he asked, "Had enough fun?" Serena looked at him. Even though he had deftly avoided the water she threw, some splashed onto him. His black clothes clung wetly to his tall frame, with drops of water falling from his forehead, making him look elegantly handsome and heart-stopping. Serena smiled, her teeth and lips bright, her clear eyes sparkling, "Mr. Crawford, you really impress me. Without power and status, you can still have women set things ablaze for you with your wealth and physique." Hayden leaned one large hand against the wall beside her head, closing the space between his body and the wall, blocking her in, raising a sleek eyebrow, he chuckled softly, "She caught fire, not me. Why was I doused too?" In the dim light, Serena blinked her lively eyes, looking at him, "I like it, is that not allowed?" "Heh." From his well-toned chest, Hayden let out a low, seductive laugh, "Serena, admit it, you’re jealous!" So conceited and arrogant! Serena lifted her small head to look at him, "Hayden, what you told me last time, was it true or false?" Hayden leaned down, brushing against her red lips, his low voice laced with a smile, "Which words, hmm?" He was feigning ignorance. Serena placed her small hands against his well-built chest, "I mean... last time you said... said... those women from the past three years are all fake... were you lying to me?" "Do you want to know?" Serena nodded, "Yes." Hayden pretended to think for a moment, "Why should I tell you? I can, but you need to show some sincerity." "Tonight, if we sleep together, I’ll give you the answer." Hayden reached out to pinch her delicate chin with his long fingers, "Serena, aren’t you really interested in my past three years? I haven’t given you the right to refuse; think it over and come to me." With that, Hayden withdrew his hand and turned to leave. He actually just left like that. Serena gazed mournfully at his upright back. Yes, she was really curious and interested in his past three years. Originally, she thought he had indeed been a playboy with many women, leaving her heartbroken, thinking there was no way they could ever go back. But then, he suddenly claimed all those women were fake, and that statement was like a ray of hope shining through, making her heart dance with joy. Now, she truly wanted to know the answer. Serena hesitated and lingered for a long time outside, and finally, she decided, she would go in and find him. She wanted to know the answer, and she also needed to tell him about Caden, Pip, and Stella’s backgrounds. He was the father of the three children and had the right to know these things. Pip and Stella were growing up, especially Stella, who was a gentle little bundle yearning for her dad. A father’s love is an irreplaceable strength in a child’s life, and she wished for her children’s father’s company. Serena had many things she wanted to tell Hayden Crawford, about three years ago, about her past three years, she wanted to tell him all. Serena took a deep breath and then walked towards the cabin. Just then, a familiar voice came from behind her, "Your Highness." Serena’s footsteps paused, and she quickly turned back, seeing her lady-in-waiting Cherie! Cherie had found her way here. However, standing beside Cherie was Mrs. Sloan! Mrs. Sloan had taken Cherie hostage. Serena’s clear eyes instantly turned cold as she stepped forward, a sharp and mocking smile appearing on her red lips, "Mrs. Sloan, oh no, I should call you Consort Willow!" Consort Willow looked at Serena, surprise flashing briefly in her eyes. She hadn’t expected Serena to have already guessed her identity. "Haha, what a Princess of Alani, truly never disappointing." Consort Willow reached up and tore off the fake skin mask on her face. At this moment, Cherie spoke anxiously, "Your Highness, our people have already arrived, but I was unfortunately captured by Consort Willow. You mustn’t worry about me, don’t fall for Consort Willow’s threats... Ah!" Before Cherie could finish, she let out a painful scream. Serena saw that Cherie’s delicate face was already surrounded by a black toxic mist, clearly, Cherie had been poisoned. "Consort Willow, what did you do to Cherie?" Consort Willow smiled eerily, "Didn’t do much, just poisoned her. This poison won’t kill her immediately, but she must be fed a bit of the antidote every day, otherwise her face, her skin, her flesh and blood, will be corroded, rot, and eventually turn into a pool of blood." This was an extremely vicious poison! Serena’s exquisite face turned cold, she looked sharply at Consort Willow, "Spill it, Consort Willow, what do you want?" "Simple, a face swap." Consort Willow uttered two words. Serena furrowed her elegant brows, she did not speak, instead quietly waiting for Consort Willow’s explanation.