C5 She Actually Slept with Zorin!

"Director Nichols, you met my sister last night. She's not used to this kind of scene and got quite frightened, but rest assured, I've spoken with her today. She won't cause you any more displeasure," Calen assured the portly middle-aged man with a smile.

"The lighting must have been poor last night. Today, you'll see just how stunning she is. I'm not one to boast, but she's widely recognized as the belle of Galvorn University."

The weight of being called the belle of Galvorn University seemed to crush Juno, rendering her as still as a statue. Only after several urgent glances from Calen did she manage to move.

"Miss Fowler, you're quite the sensible young woman," Director Nichols remarked, his face creasing into a smile. His gaze lingered on Juno's exposed, shapely legs, a mix of wistfulness and regret in his eyes. Despite this, he firmly took hold of Juno's hand, turning to address the man in the shadows with a chuckle,

"Director Slater, this is Miss Fowler, the one I've mentioned to you. If I'm not mistaken, she's your junior from university. It took quite an effort to bring her here."

He stressed the word 'invite' as if to ensure his efforts were acknowledged.

The man in the shadows, impeccably dressed in a suit, had a profile so striking it was hard to look away. His nose was so prominent it suggested European descent, and his thin lips were tightly drawn. His pale, well-defined fingers casually wiped his glasses with a cloth.

In that instant, Juno's heart seemed to stop, her pupils dilated, and her lips parted, but no words came out.

Instinctively, she wanted to flee the awkwardness of the situation, but he had already stepped out from the darkness.

The man's handsome face came into view, his features sharp and commanding, perfectly embodying the phrase "with brows like swords and eyes like stars." His deep, obsidian-like eyes held a smile so chilling it sent shivers down one's spine.

He exuded the presence of a sovereign, his austere demeanor weighing heavily on those around him, as if even breathing freely was a challenge.

"Miss Fowler?" Zorin's detached gaze pierced through his glasses, settling on the alluring figure before him. A playful smile graced his lips, but his voice, hoarse and deep, carried an unmistakable chill. "Your reputation precedes you."

Juno's mind reeled, a buzzing explosion of shock. Her delicately made-up face, usually the epitome of beauty and maturity, now flushed with a deep crimson.

Director Slater? Zorin?

Had she really slept with Zorin?

She could almost taste the mockery and chill in his gaze, despite his outwardly warm and easy smile.

"I... I'm feeling a bit unwell..." She ducked her head almost reflexively to dodge his piercing look and fled towards the restroom. Leaning over the sink, she was overtaken by waves of nausea.

Reflecting on the wild night and the scorn in his eyes, Juno felt reduced to nothing more than a call girl in his view. Every explanation she had offered lay in ruins, her last shred of dignity ruthlessly stripped away.

"Didn't earn enough last night? Looking to continue selling yourself today?" His breath was hot on her ear, his voice a hoarse whisper laced with a mocking chill.

Juno froze, her soft hair yanked back, forcing her to look up and crash against the cold mirror.

Tears welled up as she fought the pain, her voice strained but firm, "Director Slater! This is the ladies' room. It's hardly appropriate for you to be in here!"

His presence was overwhelming, instilling a deep, cold fear in Juno.

Yet he seemed to relish in tormenting her, his sneer cutting through the air, "I've been inside you already. What's left to be inappropriate?"