The rooms upstairs in the club are for resting. Hazel Allison has booked these rooms in advance for guests who might get drunk tonight.
Arriving at the suite Hazel prepared, Charlotte Allison opened her eyes as the door closed, revealing a clear gaze, no sign of intoxication.
"Are you okay?" Lucas Quinn asked in a muffled voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Charlotte replied, gently smoothing out the creases on his shoulder where she had leaned.
Sitting on the sofa, she crossed her legs, holding an unlit cigarette between her fingers, saying to him, "Tonight, rest here. You can go to the other room to rest. No matter what noise you hear, don't come out."
Lucas seemed bewildered, somewhat tense: "I, I understand."
Charlotte's voice softened, calming him: "Mm, good boy."
After Lucas entered the room and the door closed, Charlotte lit the cigarette at her fingertips and made a phone call: "You can come now, just don't alert anyone."
She ended the call and leaned lazily against the sofa, eyes downcast, like a leopard lying in wait for its prey.
After she finished one cigarette and was about to light another, she heard the crisp beep of a key card unlocking the door.
She slowly raised her gaze, with a blood-tinged glimmer in her eyes, her lips lifting in a bewitchingly radiant smile.
...
The next day.
The doorbell to Charlotte's room rang several times before the door was finally opened.
"Sister, I'm coming in," Hazel Allison's voice sounded.
She flashed a surprised smile at the live streaming camera trailing behind her, saying, "Yes, a daily treat for fans filmed the day after my birthday, featuring my dearest sister Charlotte Allison."
She looked at her phone's live streaming screen, where the comments were all uniform: "Looking forward to it!"
Her smile grew even brighter.
The upcoming scene was indeed worth anticipating!
Walking from the entrance into the room, her heart beat with growing excitement.
She'd been waiting for this day for a long time!
Ever since requesting Charlotte to organize this lavish birthday party for her, she'd been waiting for this day.
She couldn't wait to see Charlotte in a miserable state!
Make everyone scorn, reprimand, and despise Charlotte!
Make her fall from grace so she could never rise again!
An excited Hazel faltered when she saw Charlotte sitting on the sofa, still looking refined and coldly beautiful, lazily reclining. Her expression froze for a moment before she found her voice again.
Her mind went blank for an instant.
The staff behind Hazel and everyone in the live streaming room saw clearly.
After a brief pause, the live comments exploded:
"I'm in! I'm totally in!"
"Mom asked why I'm licking the screen, I said I'm in love with the woman on it!"
"It's another day of falling deeper for Mr. Allison!!!"
...
Charlotte wore a custom velvet blazer, with the collar of a burgundy shirt slightly opened, revealing a delicate collarbone, both restrained and alluring.
Lazily crossing her legs, her slender fingers held a cigarette, the scarlet tip flashing slightly, smoke curling upwards, dissipating with her fiery-red lips gently exhaling.
Her beautiful eyes flickered, beneath the lustrous waves an undercurrent surged.
Her voice was husky: "You're here."
Her eyes calmly gazed at Hazel, taking in her stiff expression, a touch of cold amusement rising in her eyes.
Hazel's arrangement for a fan live stream the day after her birthday had been planned since last year, and filming with Charlotte this year was agreed upon after discussions.
In the previous lifetime, Charlotte was unaware this was part of Hazel's scheme.