Anya had a belly full of questions, but the moment she noticed Naomi's stern face, she slapped a hand over her mouth, afraid to make a sound.
Naomi's gaze was locked onto the two people entangled together.
Emily's shirt slid off further down, showing her fair shoulder blades and delicate collarbones.
She made no move to fix her clothes, only leaning further toward her male companion.
With one glance—combined with those earlier groans—one could easily guess what they were up to.
However, Naomi quickly noticed the subtleties beneath the display.
The young man, whose face was hidden in the darkness, was neatly dressed, not a hint of hair out of place. Both of his hands were in his pockets.
From his relaxed stance to the air of distinction around him, he didn't look interested in Emily at all.
"Do you not like me even a bit? How can that be? I'm your—"
"You are my nothing, Miss Rhodes. Either you stop bothering me, or I don't mind calling your father."
The man's cold voice was so emotionless it rang louder than a shout.
Emily took a step back, her long lashes fluttering as she let out a soft whimper.
Anyone with a heart might have spared a pitiful beauty a second glance, but the man had no intention of consoling her.
"Y-You wouldn't," Emily stammered, trembling as the shirt she hadn't bothered to fix slipped even lower.
Instead of tugging it up, she let the air caress her exposed skin, her cheeks flushing a blotchy red.
"Give me a chance, please. I promise you'll like it. You will like me."
Although she feared causing trouble for her father, this man was worth the risk.
She looked cheap. A word Naomi never thought to associate with the immaculate Miss Rhodes.
It seemed the young man shared Naomi's opinion. Emily's coquettish voice had zero effect on him.
His posture was lazy, almost bored. "Try me."
Emily's bravado cracked. She reached for his sleeve like she always did when trying to win sympathy from her family, but he stepped aside before she could touch him, as though her fingers carried disease.
"Keep your disgusting hands away from me."
Naomi had never seen anyone avoid a hand with such elegant cruelty.
What else should she expect from Killian Rhett King?
Killian ignored the half-naked girl just as he'd ignore a badly written business proposal and walked on.
Naomi's mind instantly blared with alarm.
Grabbing Anya's hand, she bolted back inside the bathroom.
While pressing Anya to the wall, she gestured for her to stay silent. Her ears remained alert to catch any sound.
The footsteps approached closer, then abruptly stopped.
"Who is it?" a lazy voice asked.
Perhaps Killian had sensed their presence, or maybe he was just testing the waters.
Naomi fervently hoped it was the latter.
Her stiffness made Anya panic as well. Her eyes bulged as she clutched Naomi's shirt, nearly aggravating her injured arm.
A few seconds passed before the footsteps echoed again.
They were moving away, no doubt about it.
"Killian, wait for me!"
Soon, hurried heels clicked after him, chasing the fading footsteps.
When the silence returned, both girls let out a sigh of relief.
"Didn't expect Emily to be such a whore. Makes one wonder what kind of parents produce creatures like these twins."
Naomi ignored Anya's blunt remark.
She steadied herself before peeking outside. Seeing the hallway clear, she led Anya back to their private room.
"Today is full of surprises. First, a luxurious feast, then I get wall-slammed by a beauty… If I tell my friends, they'll die of jealousy."
The beauty in question had his delicate brow furrowed in deep contemplation.
"Come on, don't look so glum. It wasn't like we were the ones seducing some brat," Anya said while taking a sip of the hot beverage.
Even the digestive tea was delicious.
"That brat is Killian Rhett King."
"Pfft... cough."
The delicious tea evolved into a shower, staining the table.
"Fucking hell! That's the King? The crown prince of the country?"
Naomi nodded. People tended to call the Kings the hidden rulers of the country.
Technically, they weren't wrong.
Many government officials came from that family.
And the current head of the family, Killian's grandfather, was the president.
Not to mention that half of the economy depended on the King's enterprise.
So, yes, this young man was nothing short of royalty.
"If he knew we saw him being pestered by someone, we'd be in equal trouble."
"What the hell did we do now?" Anya's brain buzzed. "And I didn't even get to see his face. Damn it, it's all that pig-sister's fault."
Naomi wasn't any better.
She felt fortunate Killian hadn't paid her any attention last time. Yet here she was, stumbling into a disaster.
"If the word got out, there would be many fingers pointing at Killian. Many would simply blame him for playing with an innocent girl and then ditching her."
That would be far from the truth, but people were always like that. With Killian's connection to the president, the scandal would explode instantly, causing huge mayhem.
It was obvious Emily Rhodes would never let it out.
So if things went wrong, they—mere bystanders—would be the first to take the blame.
And Killian wasn't someone to forgive his enemies.
Only when Naomi laid everything out did naive Anya finally grasp the situation.
"So to say... we can't use it to blackmail Emily? I even recorded it."
Naomi felt something snap inside her head.
Yes—why hadn't she thought of that? This was the risk worth taking.
"Send me the video and delete it from your phone. Never speak a word of it again to anyone, not even me, understand."
Anya, though reluctant, did as she was told. What could she, a sweet child, do? The world of the rich was so terrifying.
Naomi ignored the forlorn expression on her companion's face.
Anya wasn't aware, but she knew better. Killian would never leave any stone unturned.
The only reason he didn't bother with them was because of the cameras in the stairway.
If he wished, he could easily order someone to get the footage.
Luckily, the owner of the place was Naomi herself.
After her mother's withdrawal, most of the property fell under her father's control.
But this top-tier restaurant chain was kept hidden from all of her relatives.
Hence, no one in their circle knew who the real owner was.
Naomi ordered the footage of her and Anya removed, leaving only the empty hallway.
That should be enough to fool Killian. After all, even he wouldn't be able to piece it all together without any clue.