Chapter 4: Betrayal, Grief, and a Turning Point

The service might be fake, but it’s enough to be happy. Once she enjoys being flattered by a group of handsome men, I doubt she’ll still pine for the male lead.

Not that I wanted to see it for myself. Really.

I called the front desk: “Send ten male attendants to my room—must be handsome.”

“Miss Raine, please don’t make things difficult for us,” came the helpless reply.

I smoothly bluffed, “Relax, it’s daytime. What could I possibly do? Mr. Langley always knows about this. If you don’t believe me, call him yourself.”

I knew they’d never call Graham. I was just borrowing his name, and it gave them an excuse if he asked later.

Sure enough, the person didn’t argue further. Maybe it fit her impression of how the rich play.

That’s right, the rich are just this eccentric.

After hanging up, the female lead nervously asked, “What are you planning? Don’t you know how scary Graham gets when he’s angry?”

“I want to see if I can get you out of this whirlpool of fate,” I muttered.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. I just want you to experience the joy of being served—like how you serve Graham every day.”

Soon, there was a gentle knock at my door.

With my permission, ten handsome attendants filed in, making the room feel a bit crowded.

Seeing them all at once, my eyes widened.

I have to say, the front desk knew their stuff—each guy had his own unique charm: brooding, proud, shy, athletic, and the lively golden retriever type…

I couldn’t take it all in—really couldn’t.

If I had to sum up my current state in four words, it’d be: “surrounded by men.”

I realized ten was a bit much. Three would be enough.

Let the female lead pick herself—having a say would help her wake up faster and stop treating trash like treasures.

“Raine, which three do you like?”

“Why are you asking?” she replied warily.

“I’m only keeping three. Hurry up and pick.”

I didn’t want to pick.

“Your Graham picks every time he comes here. Since you like him so much, don’t you want to try what he does?”

“Fine, then—the second on your left, and the first and fifth on your right.”

I snickered. She picked so seriously—clearly she wasn’t unaffected.

Looks like waking her up is just a matter of time.

After letting the other seven go, the room finally felt spacious again.

Looking at the three handsome guys in front of me, each with their own charm, I fell into thought.

What should we do?

I patted my wise little head.

Got it!

Poker night.

In a place like this, it’s practically performance art. Honestly, I should win an award.

Some may say you can’t play poker with four people. Sure you can. But I insist on playing with three. The extra one can give me a back massage, hehe.

Let the female lead experience the joy of paid service.

We happily played until dark, and during breaks, enjoyed special performances from the handsome attendants.

After saying goodnight to the brooding guy who told me a bedtime story, I closed the door and was alone again.

“Did you have fun just now?” I asked the female lead.

“I did. But… Graham will be angry.”

I said, exasperated, “Forget whether he’s angry—can you care about yourself for once? When he’s fooling around, he never asks how you feel.”

“Okay. Then… I was actually happy. No one’s ever been so patient with me before.”

I nodded to myself. Looks like the female lead’s love-brain isn’t hopeless after all. She’s just starved for love, trapped by the male lead before she had a chance to grow up. Falling in love too early is tough for a girl—she can’t tell what real love is, only knows how to give herself away.

I clenched my fist. Since I’m here, I won’t let her get stuck in that gross three-way mess from the original.

This happy life of eating, drinking, and playing went on for two more days. Silver Heights felt like home—the staff were talented, good-looking, and polite. I loved it here.

Unfortunately, the male lead was less patient than I thought.

On the third night, he showed up for a surprise visit.

I was sleeping soundly when a shadow suddenly pounced on me. My first reaction was “pervert!” so I instinctively used the “knee to the groin” move.

With a scream, the male lead curled up on the floor in pain.

I apologized half-heartedly, “Sorry, it was the middle of the night—I thought you were a pervert. Maybe I was a bit rough. You’re so broad-minded, you won’t blame me, right?”