Eleanor Hollis had already left far away. After getting into the car downstairs, she breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed into Hugo Quinn’s arms. "The bug is in place. I believe Anna and Alice will say a lot of interesting things." Hugo gently rubbed her head, his eyes full of tenderness. He could clearly see Eleanor’s transformation. She used to be timid and extremely lacking in confidence in everything she did, but now, she had become increasingly capable of capturing others’ attention. It was half an hour later when they returned home. Eleanor eagerly put on the headphones and listened to the news from the hospital. Alice wasn’t there today. All Eleanor could hear through the headphones were the sweet nothings between Anna and William Walsh. The more Eleanor listened, the more she felt sorry for this man. Her eyes slowly narrowed. William Walsh used to be a good man, but that doesn’t mean he always will be. Now that he’s reached such a high position, doesn’t he have any woman he wants? Will he still be wholeheartedly devoted to Anna? Anna looked so haggard these days. Compared to glamorous models or celebrities, she was like an ugly duckling. Eleanor’s lips curled slightly. Maybe it was time to test William Walsh’s devotion. The entertainment circle is never short of beautiful goddesses. Would William Walsh, a poor boy who had just risen to a high position, really turn a blind eye to a former goddess? In the afternoon, William went to a restaurant for a meal, feeling pained by Anna’s current state. "Hello, is this seat taken?" A pleasant female voice rang in his ears. He turned his head and saw a woman wearing sunglasses standing in front of him. William was stunned, with a hint of blush on his face, because this woman was really too beautiful. Even with sunglasses on, her aura was incomparable to others, exuding an ethereal charm. He became instantly nervous, stammering quickly. "N-no, it’s not. Please sit down." The woman obediently sat down and slowly removed her sunglasses. When William saw her face, it seemed like his breath stopped. Wasn’t this... the actress Phoebe Vance? Phoebe Vance was universally recognized as a goddess in the entertainment industry. It was said that her natural face photos went viral online, and she was voted the most popular female artist among men every year. She was the moonlit muse in countless men’s hearts, the goddess of their dreams. Even William was no exception. William had always watched the dramas and movies starring Phoebe Vance. Now, with the chance to see her in person, he was completely thrilled. "Are you Phoebe Vance?" Phoebe seemed to just notice his gaze, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Sorry, I’m on break today and not interacting with fans at the moment." She really was Phoebe Vance! William’s mind went blank, his eyes brazenly darting across Phoebe’s face. If the entertainment industry had to choose the most beautiful woman, it would undoubtedly be Phoebe Vance. Her features had no flaws, and her appearance and personality were so popular that she became more famous every year. William’s breathing almost stopped. He remembered his current status and couldn’t help but pull out a business card. "Hello, I am the newly appointed president of Walsh Group and also your fan. But rest assured, I won’t tell anyone you’re sitting here." Phoebe’s eyes flickered as she took the card, without much enthusiasm, simply saying. William felt more at ease, at least this person wasn’t a gold digger. He kept trying to find topics to chat with her, but Phoebe clearly wasn’t that enthusiastic, quietly eating her food. Suddenly, noise came from outside. The two turned their heads to see countless reporters waiting at the door, probably aware of her presence here. Phoebe’s expression changed, and she slowly stood up, ready to run. But as she passed by William, she swayed and fell towards him. How could William let a goddess fall to the ground? He immediately reached out and caught her. However, Phoebe’s high heel had broken, and her ankle twisted. She looked rather miserable. But in William’s eyes, her every move still carried an ethereal charm, completely fascinating him. Phoebe stood up while enduring the sharp pain, her forehead covered in sweat. Follow current novᴇls on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩 It was only then that William noticed her broken high heel and her ankle swelling visibly. "Let me take you away. They don’t yet know you’re here. I can take you out the back door." Phoebe’s eyebrows furrowed, as if considering the feasibility of this plan. William thought she was worried he might be a bad person, so he hastily explained. "I have no other intentions. I just enjoy watching your dramas and movies. Since you’re in a bind, I just want to help you, so I hope you won’t refuse." Only then did Phoebe nod with difficulty, "Alright then." As soon as they exited the restaurant, the reporters outside caught up. However, the car doors were securely closed, and no one knew who Phoebe was with. "Sorry to trouble you, but they might continue following us. Please take me to a safe place." Phoebe felt a bit sleepy, leaned against the back of the seat, and said. William nodded and gradually pressed the accelerator. "Where’s your home? I can take you back." Phoebe didn’t even open her eyes, sighing. "There’s also a bunch of reporters gathered outside my home. I can’t go back, or tomorrow those gossip reporters will say I’m on a date with a mysterious man." "Then I’ll take you to a hotel so you can rest well." William swallowed saliva, his hands on the steering wheel sweating. Phoebe shook her head again, "The hotel staff will see me, then it’ll be the news of me checking into a room with a man. Ah, can you temporarily shelter me until it gets late, and I’ll go back then." William’s hands were shaking with excitement as he immediately nodded. "Okay, I’ll take you to my place." The place was arranged by his father, said to be difficult for outsiders to enter, indeed suitable for someone to hide. A trace of doubt flashed in Phoebe’s eyes. This man was too easy to manipulate, just as President Quinn said, seemingly pure and harmless but with some inherent male flaws, otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to her request. The car soon stopped in front of William’s villa, with no reporters following. Phoebe got out, nearly kneeling on the ground due to her injured foot, luckily supported by William. William only felt enveloped in her fragrance, making him somewhat restless, but he still firmly restrained his emotions. "Thank you. Do you have a first aid kit at home? I can’t walk at all now." William supported her, slowly nodding. "I’ll help you to the sofa and find a first aid kit. Your injury is quite severe and won’t heal anytime soon."