Chapter 296

Damian Valdemar's lips curled into a cold smirk as his disdainful gaze swept across the room.

His personal media team stood behind him, tomorrow's scandalous headlines already drafted.

Director Chen clutched his stinging cheek in the corner, eyes burning with shock and humiliation.

Adrian Valdemar calmly pulled back the bedsheet, revealing his perfectly buttoned shirt.

"At least make your fabricated stories believable," he said icily. "Director Chen and I were reviewing scripts. Any problem with that?"

Damian let out a derisive laugh. "Script meetings require bedsheets now? Adrian, you're such a desperate D-lister, groveling for roles."

He waved dismissively at the reporters. "Get out after you've got your shots."

The room emptied quickly, leaving only Damian and his bodyguards.

The air turned glacial.

Adrian took a defensive step back. "What do you want?"

"Making you famous, of course." Damian snapped his fingers with a vicious grin. "Strip him. Let's get some... memorable footage."

Memories flooded Adrian's mind—

Ten years old, pinned in mud by Damian and his cronies, school uniform torn away.

Those mocking laughs still echoed in his ears.

His knuckles turned white from clenched fists.

Not this time.

The bodyguards advanced slowly, circling like predators toying with prey.

With the entire hotel under Damian's control, escape was impossible.

Tomorrow, the internet would explode with the Valdemar heir's compromising videos.

The Patriarch would disown him permanently.

Muscles tensed, Adrian prepared to fight like a cornered animal.

BANG!

The door burst open violently.

Damian's face darkened. "Who dares—"

"Quite the midnight party."

Sophia Laurent strode in, the hem of her black dress swaying with each click of her heels.

Her crimson lips curved as she surveyed the scene. "Ganging up on one person? How impressive, Young Master Valdemar."

Her crisp voice cut through the tense silence.