Chapter 1741

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Thelma didn't attend the dinner party.

Just as she was about to enter the hotel, she received a call from Warwick. He didn't want to wait anymore and insisted that she go to his house that very night.

As soon as she arrived, the first payment would be transferred to her account-a sum just enough to cover her grandmother's and brother's surgery fees.

The hospital had been urging her relentlessly.

Everything felt like stepping onto a path of no return.

Standing outside the hotel, listening to the laughter and joy inside, her face paled. She felt as though she was being severed from this world, split into two entirely different realities.

Warwick's attitude was firm. From the moment she entered the industry, he had declared that he wanted to keep her as his mistress and prevent her from appearing in public.

At that time, she was merely Sienna's assistant, and Warwick had been the male lead in a drama Sienna acted in.

Now, Warwick remained a highly sought-after star but couldn't afford any scandals. So, he wanted her as his secret lover, completely hidden from the media.

Taking a deep breath, she withdrew her gaze from the hotel and slipped her phone back into her bag. Then, she turned and walked toward the street to hail a cab.

At that moment, Charles' car pulled up in front of her. He stepped out, looking slightly surprised to see her. "Why aren't you going in?"

As soon as he spoke, he noticed her pale complexion and sensed something was off. "Are you... okay?"

Hearing his concern, Thelma suddenly felt sour in her nose. It had been so long since anyone had asked her if she was okay.

However, compared to her grandmother and brother, she really had no right to complain. She was alive and healthy.

Lowering her head to hide her reddened eyes, she gently shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Come on, let's go in together," Charles said gently. He could tell something was wrong with Thelma.

Had she been treated unfairly before he arrived?

During the past few days of filming, Charles had noticed how the other two female artists treated her. They seemed friendly enough on the surface, but as soon as the cameras stopped rolling, their attitudes became condescending.

He had experienced similar treatment himself before and could imagine the

grievances Thelma might be enduring now.

Perhaps it was the familiarity developed over these few days or Harvey's request

to take care of her, but Charles didn't want to see her mistreated.

"I just told the director that I have

something to deal with, so I won't be joining. I hope you have a pleasant evening,

Thelma said, ne

head. Her eyes glistened with

unshed tears, but there was also a sparkle of determination.

She would remember Charles' kindness over these past few days. If it weren't for him, she couldn't imagine how much more difficult her experience would have been.

From the start of the program, whenever there were tasks to complete, Charles had chosen to pair with her, helping her avoid many problems.

After speaking, she walked toward the roadside to hail a cab. At this hour, the streets were busy, and most cabs were occupied.

Charles felt a heaviness in his chest.

Watching her wait for a cab, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that she was hiding something.

Just then, his manager arrived.

The manager approached Charles, following his gaze to see Thelma. "You've been paired with her for the past few days?"