Although she was aware of the rules of the entertainment industry, she wasn't enthusiastic about it and was even repulsed by the idea of sleeping with countless old and middle-aged men just to get a good role or obtain their favour.

She had been hoping that her talent would be valued, and they wouldn't try to force. Perhaps she was just thinking too much, and the investor was helping her with a clean conscience. But that was only a possibility. She decided not to dwell on the matter now.

In the evening, Laura was sitting in front of the mirror. She was wearing a red-colored sleeveless dress that fitted perfectly on her body. She admired her face a little before bringing out her makeup box to apply light makeup on her face.

When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled lightly. She wasn't narcissistic, but it was really going to be hard for any man to resist her that easily.

She didn't have high expectations for her supposed date, but she had to look her best. Her phone rang, she looked at the screen and saw that it was Anna. "Oh shit! She hadn't told her that she was going on a date."

She picked up the call.

"Hey, Laura, I'm sorry for not coming over. I got worked up with some stuff. Anyway, how are you doing? Have you used the app?" Her voice appeared excited when she talked about the app.

"Yeah, it's cool. It's not that bad."

Anna was surprised. "Wow, you actually agreed it's not bad. That's nice. So tell me, are you having fun with the app? How is it?" She became enthusiastic.

"Actually, I forgot to tell you. I met a guy there; we are going on a date tonight," Laura said.

There was a pause on the other side of the phone. "You are joking, right?" She said, sounding shocked.

"Nope."

"How could you do this to me, you traitor? I can't believe you are going on a date without telling me." After throwing a tantrum for a while, she asked again. "How does he look? Is he handsome?"

"I don't know; I didn't see his picture, he used a monkey for his picture," Laura replied.

Anna felt like she was going crazy. "You didn't even see his picture yet you agreed to go out on a date with him. What if he isn't good looking?"

"Let me worry about it. I'm going now, don't disturb me, goodbye."

"Wait, don't cut the car..."

Beep! Beep!

The call was disconnected. She sighed in relief. Anna was talkative; if she didn't disconnect the call now, she would end up talking for hours and going late for the date.

She checked herself in the mirror once more before leaving with her small purse clad in her hand. She flagged down a cab on the road and hopped in.

Ten minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of Westview restaurant. It was a high-end hotel; it seems like her date has quite a good taste. She paid for the cab and walked to the restaurant. She noticed that some of the men were secretly looking at her and drooling. The women had unpleasant looks on their faces.

"What's great about a pretty face?" one of the girls said in jealousy. Laura ignored all this and walked inside the restaurant. She was met with the same situation outside.

"Mum look, that aunty is so beautiful." She turned and saw the owner of the voice. She was a very cute girl about eight years old. She flashed a smile at her, and the little girl started blushing.

Laura thought the girl was so cute. She went and sat on a chair by the table near the window. She brought out her phone.

**Lonely snow:**

I had arrived. Sitting beside the window and wearing red. Where are you?

**The ugly monkey king:** I will be there soon enough, give me some minutes.

So he hadn't even arrived. She had even purposely come ten minutes later. She pouted. The waiter came over.

"What do you want, ma'am?"

She looked at her and flashed a smile. "I'm sorry; I'm not ordering now. I'm waiting for someone."

"Oh, you're on a date, I understand." He said and politely left. Ten minutes later, he hadn't arrived yet; she was getting impatient. He dared to make her wait. The waiter came over again. This time, she had no choice and ordered a glass of juice. The waiter served the juice, and she took a sip.

She decided that she would be leaving after she finished the juice. It was very embarrassing, but she only has herself to blame anyway.

Carson imagined how angry she must be now; he had been occupied by work and couldn't arrive early. He packed his car carefully in the parking lot beside the restaurant before walking inside. He still didn't know why he was doing this. He could easily get any girl he wants by just gesturing. Yet he had proposed to go out on a date with a stranger.

He felt it was quite funny. If this news was released to his friends' circle, they would gossip behind him for weeks. Of course, they wouldn't dare say anything in front of him, or else they would be tired of living.

He looked around the restaurant and remembered what she said. 'Sitting beside the window and wearing red,' his eyes landed on the only girl that fit the description. He paused.

The first thing he thought when he saw her was that she was unbelievably beautiful. She was sitting quietly and pressing her phone. Just this small action of hers looked like an art itself. Her beauty and body shape could put all those models to shame.

This caused him to frown. Someone like her could get any man she wants without even doing a thing. Why would she agree to go on a blind date with a stranger? The girl subconsciously turned, and their eyes met.

Laura was already tired from all the waiting and had decided to leave. If she were to meet that guy, she was going to give him a good telling off. She felt like someone was looking at her and looked towards the restaurant door. She was surprised to see a very stunningly handsome man standing there.

Their eyes met, and he didn't even try to look away. She frowned. Was he the one? She wondered. As if to confirm her curiosity, he walked towards where she was sitting.

"Are you the lonely snow?"

He asked. His voice was quite cold.

She stared at him incredulously. "Don't tell me you are the ugly monkey king!" She exclaimed.

"Why can't I?" He said with a smile.

"Nothing, it's just that I was kinda..."

"You were thinking I wouldn't look that good." He helped her complete her sentence as he sat down on the chair opposite her. "Name is Carson." He introduced himself.

"I am Laura," she said with a blush. He had actually exposed her thoughts. Was she that easy to read?

"Nice name; you are beautiful." This could be the first time he was complimenting a girl for her beauty.

She blushed. "You're also handsome. Do you mind telling me why you named your profile The Ugly Monkey King?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I'm the direct opposite of the name."

"Pfft!"

She couldn't stifle a laugh. He sounds narcissistic, but she had a feeling that he wasn't. Maybe he just wanted to crack some jokes. The waiter came over, and they made their orders. The two of them started talking about different topics ranging from sports to the entertainment industry. It appeared he was quite familiar with the entertainment industry, and they had lots of topics to discuss in that area.

While talking, she didn't even notice when they finished all the food on the table. They ordered a good quantity of wonderful delicacies. But the embarrassing thing about it was that she was the one who ate most of the food. She drank a glass of wine to cover her embarrassment.

Just then, his phone rang. He picked the call angrily but after hearing what the other person said, he stood up in a hurry. "I am sorry, Miss Laura; there's an emergency right now I have to leave." He stood up and left hurriedly without even saying goodbye or exchanging numbers.

"What situation is this?" She couldn't comprehend. Was she just duped? So, the handsome boy was actually a pauper; he just freeloaded and made her pay for his bills. She got up and angrily paid the bill before leaving. She regretted coming to this date; she blamed herself for being played.

When she told Anna what happened, she laughed so hard. "I felt like going over there and giving him a good beating."

"How could such a hunk be a pauper that only feeds on women?" She exclaimed.

"You think handsome people are not allowed to be paupers?" Laura retorted. She hung up after that. She was already in a bad mood and didn't want to be angered further.

The evening of the next day, Laura was standing in the entrance of the Royal Hotel club room. She wasn't a fan of clubbing. She had once been almost raped in the past when she had gone clubbing with her friends. It made her have a great dislike for clubbing.

Today she had an appointment with the investor who had helped her. He was called Mr. Arnold, and it was going to be the first meeting they would have. She looked around the club and saw her manager, Mr. Joseph; he was waving at her. A man was sitting beside him. He was short and plump.

She walked to where they were sitting.

"Hello, Mr. Joseph," she greeted before turning to the plump man. "You must be Mr. Arnold." She said politely.

Mr. Arnold smiled. "You are right, dear; I am indeed Arnold."

"I heard what you did for me. I am really grateful to you. I don't know how to thank you, but I promise to repay your gratitude in the future." She said sincerely.

Arnold laughed. "You don't have to wait till the future before you can repay me. Actually, this is just the tip of an iceberg. I can do more for you if you agree to be my woman."

Laura knew that this was coming, but she wasn't prepared. Mr. Joseph excused himself, claiming that he had to make an important call.

Laura faced Mr. Arnold with a serious expression. "I am sorry, sir; I can't have any relationship with a married man."

He smiled and poured a glass of wine for her. "Here, let's drink first."

Carson had been feeling frustrated since yesterday. When he remembered he didn't pay the bill yesterday, he was so embarrassed. What would the girl think of him? She would probably think that she was being taken advantage of and dumped.

A rich billionaire like him, there was no way he could lack money. He even forgot to ask her for her number and had been trying to contact her through the app, but she hadn't logged in since yesterday.

She was the first woman that had managed to leave an impression on him yet he flopped. Just as he was thinking, he saw a scene that made him freeze. It was the same girl from yesterday. She was sitting with a plump middle-aged man.

But something didn't feel right. The way she was looking at the man, it looked like she was guarded against him. But for some reason, her face was blushing red. The man smiled triumphantly. The girl was losing consciousness; two men appeared and took her away. The plump man smiled and followed behind at a slow pace.

She had been drunk, he thought immediately, feeling a sense of crisis. He rushed forward and blocked them.

"Where do you think you are going with the girl? Leave the girl this instant." He ordered in a cold authoritative voice.

The man looked at him and laughed. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Before he could speak further, Carson's men arrived and surrounded them. There were six of them, while Arnold only had two men; he was clearly outnumbered. Mr. Arnold knew he couldn't win this battle, so he motioned for his men to release the girl. He walked up to Carson.

"Sir, can you please tell me who you are and why you are targeting us?" Since he couldn't defeat his enemy now, he could only try to know his identity so he could be able to take revenge in the future.

"You want to know why I am? Do you think you have the qualifications?" He mocked. Arnold gritted his teeth; he had never been disgraced like this before, not even once.

Laura, who was under the effect of the substance, rubbed her hands around his body and tried to kiss him. Carson was embarrassed and tried to pull her away, but she was persistent.

He sighed and carried her princess style to the room he was staying in. He ordered his men to go and find something that could cool her.

When he tried to lay her on the bed, she had already turned most of her clothes; he swallowed, staring at her half-naked body. He could feel a movement in his lower body; he quickly tried to forcefully suppress it, just as he was about to suppress it, she threw herself at him.

The next morning, Laura woke up with a slight headache; she looked around the unfamiliar room. It was then she noticed a man lying beside her.

"Jesus!" She shouted and tried to cover herself with the heavy bedsheet. Carson was amused. "What happened?"

"You don't remember? You were drugged by that plump man, and I was only trying to help you, but you forced yourself on me, causing the situation."

Hearing his explanation, she vaguely remembered being drugged by Arnold; she couldn't remember what happened after. "Then how did I end up in this room?"

He shrugged, "what do you expect me to do? I don't know where you live, and you are in that state, and it happened that I had a room here."

She was silent while thinking it through. "I will be in the washroom now; if you like, you can come with me." He laughed. She ignored him. She seems to remember something.

"Wait, aren't you the poor guy that duped me the other day?" She said all of a sudden. Carson paused; his face was all red. He didn't admit it and hurriedly rushed to the washroom.

This time she was speechless. How is it that she ended up with this pauper who takes advantage of women? Why does she have such rotten luck? A few minutes later, he was out of the washroom; a towel was wrapped around his lower body, and his upper body was completely naked.

She swallowed; he was like a Greek god; his abs and six-packs were all eye-catching, coupled with his handsome face, she couldn't help but stare. Carson laughed at her funny expression.

"Do you want to go for another round?" He joked. She snapped out of her trance immediately. It was very rude staring at a man's body like this, and it's even suggesting. She hurriedly grabbed her clothes and rushed to the washroom.

She prayed that he would be gone before she came out. She didn't know how to face him again. Twenty minutes later, she was done washing and wrapped herself in a clean pink towel. She looked at the pieces of clothing she wore yesterday, which were now a rag.

What was she going to wear now? She peeked inside the room and saw that no one was around. Has he left? She thought. Quietly she tiptoed inside the room to make sure no one was around. She heaved a sigh when she saw that he had left.

A clean set of female clothes and new underwear were lying on the bed. The man was very thoughtful; she put on the clothes before picking up a business card that was kept beside the clothes.

"He left his business card; a pauper like him, what could he possibly do with a business card..." She froze. The card read. "Carson Grey, CEO and founder of Golden Hill groups." Golden Hill groups; she wasn't unfamiliar with the name. It was one of the top companies in the country, and the owner was said to be the heir of the powerful Grey family, a very well-known family and also the owners of Grey groups, an internationally renowned company.

"Are you trying to pull my legs, Laura? You can't joke with such cases." Anna scolded. It was afternoon, and Laura had already left the hotel long ago; she was now sitting in her room with Anna narrating her ordeals.

Anna was a blonde-haired beauty; she had a baby face, and it could be easy to mistake her as a high schooler.

"You don't believe me, see for yourself." She gave her Carson's business card. She read it carefully before looking at me in shock.

"I think you hit the jackpot, Laura." She exclaimed.

"Stop talking trash." Laura scolded. Anna laughed.

Knock! knock!

Someone knocked on the door; the two women glanced at the door, thinking who would be knocking.

"I will go and get the door." Anna stood up. She opened the door and was surprised to see a delivery boy standing in front of the door. He held a huge package.

"Are you Mrs. Laura Edward?" He asked. "No, but she lives here, Laura came here, it seems like you have a package." Anna called.

Laura stood up and was surprised to see the delivery guy holding a huge package. "Who sent this?" She asked curiously.

"I am sorry, the customer requested that his identity be kept confidential." He politely refused. She nodded in understanding and signed the package. Anna opened the package immediately.

"Jeez! Laura, when did you get yourself a rich sugar daddy? This is the designer gown I always dreamed about. Oh my God Laura, my dream is now your reality." She exclaimed.

Laura didn't hear her; she was trying to figure out who sent those packages. Just as she was thinking, her phone rang.