He roared like a crazed beast, then turned and left without a second glance.
SLAM—
The door slammed shut, leaving only the smell of alcohol in the room.
Shona Joplin clutched her head. She never imagined that after all her scheming, this would be the result.
She staggered to her feet and glanced out the window. Someone was setting off fireworks in broad daylight. Her topsy-turvy life had almost made her forget that today was Christmas Eve.
She vividly remembered last Christmas Eve. She had been walking the red carpet at the [XX] Film Festival. That night, Miles Xavier had made a surprise appearance, gifting her a golden crown. While accepting her award for Best Actress, she had also become the object of the world's envy.
But this year? There was no awards ceremony, and there was no him.
Just then, her phone happened to ring. It was her assistant, Amy.
