Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 115

Perhaps fortune was on her side. Abbie discovered a suit jacket and a crumpled light-colored tablecloth in a laundry basket at the entrance of one of the guest rooms.

Her spirits lifted as she glanced around. It was clear that Pristine Hall had no surveillance cameras. Otherwise, there was no way she would be able to accept Laurence's invitation.

Taking the items back to her room, she wrapped the tablecloth around herself, transforming it into a simple, elegant dress, and put on the jacket, ensuring she didn't stand out too much.

After donning a hat and mask, she carefully made her way out.

As she neared the exit of Pristine Hall, she let out a quiet sigh of relief, moving cautiously.

However, a few trained bodyguards blocked her path, their expressions icy. "Mr. Rusell wishes to see you."

"I-I don't know who that Mr. Russell is! Let me go!"

Panicking, Abbie struggled, completely unaware of whom she had offended.

Before long, she was dragged into a room, where she stumbled to the floor, trembling with fear.

She knew Laurence had a family, but to advance her career, she had complied with his requests under her manager Jamie's arrangements to secure the role of the third female lead.

Had she been exposed?

Abbie cautiously raised her head, only to freeze in shock.

A tall figure stood before her. The massive floor-to-ceiling window backlit the figure, exuding elegance and authority.

He cast a casual glance in her direction, his sharp brow and deep-set eyes captivating, his handsome face remaining striking even in the dim light. The glow from outside seemed to dim in his presence, rendering the surrounding scene dull.

He was extraordinarily handsome—truly one of a kind.

Abbie's breath caught in her throat, her eyes filled with awe.

Having been in the entertainment industry for years, she had seen all kinds of handsome male celebrities, yet none could compare to the man before her.

As the bodyguards who had brought her in bowed, they announced, "Mr. Russell, we've found her."

Abbie's pupils dilated. Shock coursed through her when she learned that the man before him was Stephan.

With a mix of anxiety and caution, she replied, "If you truly wish to compensate me... then I want to establish myself in the entertainment industry and rise to fame."

Unsurprisingly, yet somehow shocking, as Abbie's heart raced, she heard Stephan respond with three words, "Consider it done."

Her heart raced with excitement, though she didn't dare show any signs of joy on her face.

Stephan waved his hand, and his subordinates stepped forward to lift Abbie off the ground, leading her away.

Yet, before exiting the room, he paused and asked, "Was it really you who spent the night in my room?"

Abbie opened her mouth to respond, but his smile held a hint of danger, his casual tone sending chills down her spine.

"I detest being lied to. Think carefully before you answer."

Abbie bit her lip and replied, "It was me."

Even after safely leaving Pristine Hall and settling into the car with her manager, Jamie, Abbie still hadn't fully processed the shock of what had just happened.