But Eleanor knew that this was all thanks to her agent, who had been diligently releasing fake news to the tabloids to hype up her popularity.

In truth, Brian had always been cold and distant to her.

And yet, for some unknown reason, he had made no move to issue an official statement to clarify the rumors.

“Were you in my room last night?”

Brian peered at the woman before him. His eyes narrowed as they drifted over to the hickeys on her neck.

Asa matter of fact, he was already awake when the woman left his bed.

But she was so quick and resolute in her movements that he barely had time to register her intention, let alone stop her.

By the time Brian snapped back to his senses, she had been gone. Now, there was nobody else in the corridor except for this actress.

It must have been her, right?

Eleanor was rooted to the spot. She blinked at Brian's handsome face, her mind racing.

Perhaps Brian had slept with someone last night, but he had no idea who it was.

"Get back inside first."

Brian thought back to the distinct bloodstain on his sheets, and he softened his tone.

It was all Eleanor could do not to jump up and down in joy. But she stifled her true feelings and timidly followed him into the room.

"Last night, you said that you came to the wrong room."

Brian sat back on the sofa and cast a casual glance at Eleanor.

His memory of the previous night was a little hazy, but what he did remember clearly was that the woman was a virgin.

If she wasn't the one drugging him, then that meant that she was as much of the victim in the setup as he was.

"That's right. |had an appointment with the director, John Cohen, for an audition. It was just by accident that | came into your room."

Eleanor lowered her eyes to conceal her excitement.

Brian was silent for a while before asking, "What kind of compensation do you want?"

Eleanor's head jerked up. "No, thank you. We are both adults. | don't plan to take last night's incident to heart.”

Brian was practically most powerful man in the city.

He was the type of person who could get whatever he wanted.

For someone like him, who had no doubt slept with a horde of women, did one night with a stranger really count for something?