"Aurelia, actually I've been wanting to enter the entertainment industry lately. Do you have any director recommendations one for me?" "Me too, me too, Aurelia, you know a lot of people. If there's someone like that, could you recommend a few to me as well?" The people who were cold to her just now suddenly changed their attitude, eagerly gathering around her, offering food and pouring wine, no longer daring to cross any boundaries. Aurelia Shaw continued eating with an unchanged expression, taking a light sip of red wine. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mireille Taylor stumbling out with an unusual expression. A few men and women followed her out. Mireille Taylor staggered all the way to the bathroom, her vision becoming increasingly blurry, sweat breaking out on her forehead, and a burning fire within her was about to consume her. Suddenly, a hand from behind roughly pushed her into the bathroom. Vianne Collins fumbled on her body, found the piece of paper, and laughed coldly, kicking away her hand that was grabbing her pants, sneering, "What an idiot! I told you to drug Aurelia Shaw but you drank it yourself. With that kind of intelligence, you still want to enter the entertainment industry?" "Let me help you with that then." "You... give it back to me..." Mireille reached out to grab it, but before she could stand up, several men who had followed them dragged her into the men's bathroom. Aurelia Shaw smiled, put away her phone with the recording feature, seemingly unbothered by the sounds of men and women through the wall, calmly washed her hands, and walked out. At the door, a figure suddenly flashed out, blocking her path. Hadriel Wilson's intense gaze locked onto her face through his glasses. This young woman was indeed becoming more enchanting. Google seaʀᴄh 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 For years he had wanted her, but unfortunately hadn't succeeded, and had almost been countered by her. That's just how men are—the more they can't have, the more they want. Looking at Aurelia Shaw's stunningly beautiful face, while recalling Roy's utterly ordinary face in the private room, Hadriel found himself resenting his own wife more. "Aurelia, after all these years, didn't you miss your teacher?" With Roy absent, Hadriel Wilson spoke boldly, not hiding his intentions at all. After all, she had known for years what kind of person he was, so there was no need to hide. Aurelia's lips curved into a smile, cold light glimmering in her eyes, making it hard for people to see clearly, "Mr. Wilson, all these years, I've been thinking about you." The first person who wronged her, could she ever forget? He had caused her to drop out early, forcing her to flee to M Nation to avoid trouble. All of this stemmed from the man in front of her. If she didn't properly repay his 'great kindness and virtue,' how could she be worthy of living this life again? Sure enough, once you mix in the entertainment industry, people become despicable. Hadriel Wilson sneered inwardly, gradually approaching Aurelia Shaw. Just as his hand was about to touch her waist, a shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes, leaving his grasp empty and a card in his palm. "Mr. Wilson, there are too many people here, it's not convenient to catch up. This is my private number, let's contact each other alone sometime." Aurelia said with a smile. Hadriel Wilson looked at the handwritten number on the card, then lifted his gaze to watch her alluring figure walk away, his eyes burning, hurriedly hiding the card and glancing around. Hearing the abnormal sounds from the bathroom, he glanced into the men's room, his eyes flashing with heat, swallowing hard, and coldly laughing to himself: Heh, another slut! Could it be that like teacher, like student? Why are his students all so debased?