Ethan Martinez was sitting in the hotel room, looking at Juliet Anderson beside him.
The third place winner of the 46th Artist Selection Contest; who would have thought she would come to him to create a scandal?
She really does have guts.
With a curl of his lips, he changed from his usual amicable demeanor to a much darker one.
"You think this will make you famous, don't you?"
Are all artists nowadays so ruthless?
"I didn't!"
Juliet hurriedly defended herself upon hearing him say that.
"I already said, I came to the Royal Dynasty Hotel for work, but I didn't expect to enter the wrong room."
Juliet's explanation sounded like pure mockery to Ethan.
Saying it so nicely, who would believe her?
If she wasn't the one who planned this, why would so many journalists be here?
His schedule was always kept secret, so he didn't believe it was a coincidence.
"Juliet Anderson, good job; from now on, there will absolutely be no you in any of my projects."
