A master of shifting blame, Leon Sterling sold out his own best friend just to be able to sleep in the same bed as his wife.
All for the sake of winning his wife’s pity.
Wyatt Wallace, standing beside them, was stunned. He had only been abroad for four months, and his friend had completely changed.
He had actually mastered the skill of blame-shifting.
"Go take a shower." Hazel Sinclair looked at him, not responding to his plea, and spoke coolly.
"Okay." Leon Sterling nodded, then changed his shoes and went inside on his own.
Wyatt Wallace watched his retreating back and cursed him inwardly.
’He’s just leaving? So you’re just going to leave me here to face your wife?’
’Is Hazel Sinclair going to hit me with some passive-aggressive sarcasm and paint me as the bad guy?’
Meanwhile, Hazel Sinclair studied his face for a moment before she recognized him from the original owner’s memories.
Wyatt Wallace, Leon Sterling’s best friend. A professional lawyer with an undefeated record for the cases he took on. A top-tier attorney, known in the industry as "The Director."
"Mr. Wallace, hello." Having recalled the background of the man before her, Hazel Sinclair greeted him with a light chuckle.
Wyatt Wallace quickly replied, "Hello, sister-in-law."
Hazel Sinclair hadn’t expected to be called "sister-in-law" at her age and found it a little strange.
"He was just so happy to see me that he couldn’t help but have a few too many. Don’t be mad at him. It’s all my fault." Wyatt Wallace proactively took the blame. Talk about a stand-up guy.
"It’s fine. He’s not completely drunk yet." Hazel Sinclair had seen Leon Sterling truly drunk before. The fact that he could still find his way and walk proved he wasn’t totally wasted.
If he were really and truly drunk, Leon Sterling would have already passed out on the floor.
"Mr. Wallace, did you come back from abroad specifically for him?" Hazel continued.
"No, I just wrapped things up overseas and came back," Wyatt Wallace said with a wave of his hand.
The two chatted for a bit before Wyatt Wallace quickly found an excuse to leave.
Tossing the keys onto the wooden cabinet nearby, Hazel Sinclair turned and headed for the kitchen.
After rummaging around for a bit, she gave up on the idea of making him a sobering soup and instead took out her phone to order a hangover remedy for him.
Just then, Leon Sterling came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, his entire body still dripping wet.
Hearing the sound, Hazel turned and saw him standing there, bare-chested, drying his hair.
Watching this scene unfold, Hazel couldn’t help but swallow hard.
’Are you really going to test a girl’s self-control with this?’
Because this particular girl was finding it hard to resist.
"Honey, I’m all clean now. Can I sleep in the bed?" Leon Sterling looked at her, asking eagerly.
Remembering the rule she had set, Hazel shook her head. "No. You’re drunk. You’re not allowed in the bed."
"I don’t sleep with drunks."
Leon Sterling walked over and took her hand. "I’m not a drunk, and I’m not drunk."
Hazel pulled her hand back and sat down on the sofa. "Go dry your hair and put on some clothes."
"Who are you trying to seduce, walking around like that in the middle of the night?"
"Oh." Leon Sterling turned and went back into the bathroom to dry himself off completely and put on his clothes.
After coming out in light gray pajamas, he sat down on the sofa right next to her, his eyes fixed on Hazel Sinclair, unwilling to look away.
Before long, the doorbell rang. Hazel got up to answer it, and he stood up to follow her.
After getting the delivery, Hazel thrust the hangover medicine into his arms. "Hurry up and take this. I’m going to bed."
"Okay," Leon Sterling replied.
Hazel went back to the room and lay down. Just as she was covering herself with the blanket to sleep, Leon Sterling also came in. He tiptoed over, trying to climb onto the bed, but the moment his knee and hand touched the mattress, Hazel’s voice rang out, "You’re sleeping on the floor. You’re not allowed on the bed."
"Oh..." Leon Sterling silently retreated. At the same time, a pillow was tossed over, followed by a light comforter.
"Go to sleep," Hazel said coolly, looking at him.
"Oh."
Lying on the hard floor, Leon Sterling couldn’t sleep.
He had taken the hangover remedy, and his mind was only getting clearer. He looked up at Hazel Sinclair, who was lying in bed with her eyes closed, fast asleep, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
’My wife didn’t make me sleep in the guest room. This is great.’
Later in the night, Leon Sterling decided to break the rules. He got up from the floor, grabbed his pillow, and climbed into bed.
He wasn’t about to be separated from his wife.
The next day, Hazel Sinclair woke up to find herself held tightly in Leon Sterling’s arms.
The moment she moved, Leon Sterling woke up too.
"You’re awake," Leon Sterling said, his voice thick with sleep as he looked at her.
"Weren’t you supposed to be sleeping on the floor?" Hazel asked directly. "Don’t tell me you climbed into bed in the middle of the night?"
"Mhm, I wanted to sleep with you," Leon Sterling nodded.
"You broke the house rules. Tonight, you’re sleeping in the guest room." Hazel sat up, pushed him away, and got out of bed, her tone turning cold.
Leon Sterling froze when he heard that. ’There’s a penalty for breaking the rules?’
"You didn’t say that," Leon Sterling tried to argue.
"Oh, then I’m adding it now. Rule-breakers who climb into bed sleep in the guest room." That’s how unreasonable Hazel could be.
After finding some clothes to change into, Hazel washed up, gathered her things, and left for work.
She didn’t plan on quitting this time. After all, if she quit, Evelyn Kendrick would definitely find out and ask questions.
’I’ll just work for a few days, then ask Evelyn Kendrick for some money later as payment for my time.’
When she arrived at the company, her supervisor immediately set up a space for Hazel Sinclair to start her live stream.
The moment she went live, the number of viewers in her stream shot up.
Hazel Sinclair worked diligently, explaining the product’s effects and which skin types it was suitable for. Even though she hated working...
...the moment she was in front of the camera, she could still quickly get into character.
Mrs. Zane’s eyes were fixed on her phone screen. Her hands clenched into fists, but she couldn’t suppress her temper and ended up smashing everything beside her.
’She still has the nerve to show her face in a live stream! How dare she come out and seduce people!’
’Hazel Sinclair, that bitch, that man-stealing vixen.’
"I told you to deal with her. Did you do it?" Mrs. Zane demanded, looking at the two people beside her.
The two of them lowered their heads and replied, "Ma’am, we’ve already arranged for people to cyberbully her. It’s just that she... seems to have a high tolerance for it."
"If cyberbullying doesn’t work, can’t you threaten her?"
"When are you going to take her life?" Mrs. Zane demanded, glaring at the two of them.
"It’s not time yet. We need to prepare properly."
"How long do you need to prepare?" Mrs. Zane asked impatiently.
"In a few days, then. I’ll send people to eliminate her," the man in the black suit said slowly.
"That’s more like it. I don’t want to see her again." Hearing this, Mrs. Zane finally felt a bit of relief.
After finishing the first half of her stream, Hazel went to take a break. Her supervisor personally poured her a cup of throat-soothing tea and handed it to her. "Sinclair, your throat must be exhausted. Have some tea."
"The sales numbers have gone up today." The supervisor was ecstatic looking at the backend data.
Hearing that made Hazel happy too. ’Of course they did,’ she thought. ’I’m amazing, after all.’
"It was just okay. I still have a lot to learn from all of you," Hazel said modestly.