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Early the next morning, Yolanda drove to lan’s place. She banged on the old door for ages, no one answered. Just
as she reached for her phone to call him, the door creaked open.
lan was in a black T-shirt, one cheek swollen red-like he'd taken a punch.
Yolanda’s brows shot up. She scanned the messy yard, spotting signs of a fight everywhere. “What happened?”
she asked.
lan’s charming eyes glistened, like he was holding back tears. “I'm fine.”
Yolanda took a sharp breath, grabbed his arm, and hauled him inside.
but
When she’d visited yesterday, the place was tiny but neat. But now, it was a total disaster. Every single piece of
furniture was flipped, the only cup lay shattered in pieces-nothing was left intact.
Yolanda’s face went dark. Since lan wasn’t gonna talk, she turned for the door.
lan hesitated and then blurted out, “Sstrangers showed up last night. | don’t know who they were.” He
rushed the words, as if she'd walk out if he slowed down.
Yolanda stopped and turned back to him. Sweat beaded on his forehead-his injuries must be worse than he let
on. She propped up the sofa and said softly, “Sit. Letcheck.”
lan froze, and then slowly sat down.
Yolanda lifted his shirt, exposing his chest. There were wounds, but what really caught her eye was his chiseled
abs, the perfect V-line, his broad shoulders, and lean waist-he could easily pass for a fitness model.
Her fingertips felt a sudden tingle, and only then did she realize her move was a little out of line.
lan bit his lip, his ears burning red. Finally, he gave up and turned away, clutching the hem of his shirt-like he'd
just been taken advantage of.
Yolanda cleared her throat, locked her gaze on the bruises dotting his chest, and forced herself to stay calm.
“Anywhere else hurt?” she asked, pressing gently on the bruises and glancing up. “Did they crack a rib?”
Jan sucked in a breath, yanking his shirt down harder. “No.”
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Yolanda let out a relieved sigh. She stood up and said, “Pack your stuff. We're moving today. You can’t stay here
anymore.”
lan let go of his shirt slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing. “Where?”
“I got you a place-a nice villa, good security. Even when you becfamous, you'll be safe there. At the very
least, you won't have to deal with stuff like being followed or getting into fights,” Yolanda replied.
lan hesitated a beat before asking softly, “Won't your husband get mad?”
Yolanda paused, taking a second to process it, and then realized he’d misunderstood. She laughed, finding him
kind of cute for sreason.
“It’s not my husband's,” she explained. “It's my brother's. He looks tough, but he’s good to me. Besides, he’s got
so many houses-he couldn't care less about this one.”
lan looked down and stood up. “Got it.”.
Yolanda watched his back, sighing quietly.
lan didn’t have much to pack. Just ten minutes later, he emerged with a backpack and a small suitcase.
His hair was a bit messy, and his arm muscles flexed subtly as he carried his backpack. His eyes were
captivating, set in a face that spelled trouble-handsenough to spark conflict and settle it with just a glance.
After he got in the car, Yolanda drove to the villa.
It was in a prspot, right in the heart of Beloris-super valuable. Samuel must've put thought into picking this
when he gave her the keys.
The villa was beautifully designed, with two stories and a well-manicured garden. Samuel had someone fix it up
beforehand, clearly,
lan, dressed all in black, didn’t seem awkward stepping into the big house. He looked calm, almost like he
belonged.
Yolanda loved the setting. “Chere,” she said. “I'll add both our fingerprints to the system, so we can put the
keys away for good.”
Jan set down his backpack, took off his hat, and walked over.
Yolanda scanned her fingerprint first, then grabbed his finger to add his. Once they were done, a voice prompt
confirmed both owners’ fingerprints were successfully registered.
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Yolanda winced a little-that voice prompt sounded kinda suggestive. She took a deep breath, pushing away the
strange thoughts creeping into her mind.
“lan,” she called, keeping her voice steady. “You like boxing, right? I'll grab a heavy bag and pro gloves. Pick any
room and make it your mini gym.”
The villa had plenty of space. He'd be alone here, free to do whatever he wanted.
“Yolanda,” he called out suddenly.
It caught her off guard. “Hmm?” she replied, realizing it was the first the'd called her by her first name.
“I'll buy my own. Keep your money.”
‘Is he trying to savemoney? Never figured someone so quiet could be this thoughtful, Yolanda thought. For a
second, she didn’t know what to say.
Now she understood why guys went crazy when a girl looked out for their wallet. Such souls were so pure that
the others just couldn't help but be kind to them.
On a whim, Yolanda pulled out her phone and ordered a few pairs of boxing gloves and a heavy-duty punching
bag.
Then she turned to lan. “They'll deliver this afternoon. You can set them up. Filming starts the day after
tomorrow, so heal up fast. And you should've calledlast night.”
As she spoke, she pulled out her phone to check messages and saw one from Sean: [Is your talent in trouble?
Heard sgossip this morning-Mr. Sinclair stepped in for Sophie.]
Yolanda’d had a hunch, and now it was confirmed. Anger flickered in her chest. She turned to lan, her voice
sharp with suspicion. “You know who did this last night?”
Jan stayed silent. He dropped his gaze, quietly sorting through his stuff.
Looks like those guys introduced themselves last night, Yolanda thought. She fixed her gaze on lan, her voice
serious. “lan, whatever happens, you have to tell me. If you keep this up, I'll be really mad.”
Jan looked up at her, whispering, “I don’t want to put you in a tough spot.” Then he dropped his gaze and went
back to organizing his things.
Tan’s way too touchy. He probably sensed how rocky things were betweenand Charles. He was worried that if
| found out Charles was behind all this. I'd lose it and our already shaky marriage would fall apart, Yolanda
thought, understanding.
“Listen,” she said, her voice firm, “you might end up being my cash cow someday. Charles is
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