Black Widow's Charm

Duncan Apartment.

Master bedroom.

After Sandra rehydrated, she finally remembered what had happened last night.

What followed was overwhelming shame and indignation.

Emmm.

Don't get the wrong idea.

It wasn't that she couldn't accept certain things.

Any woman who could give a playboy his signature "it smells so good" moment was an experienced woman. How could she care about such things?

What she couldn't accept was that her journalistic sharpness and professionalism had slipped away yet again.

The first time was when she had represented the school paper to interview an arthouse film director.

When she got to the director's room, before she could even get to the point, the director handed her a glass of wine. Then, when she woke up the next day, the director was gone, and she had gotten none of the interview material.

The second time was during her investigation into the baron's son.

Though the ending had been perfect.

The process, however, was beyond words.

She had genuinely been moved by the baron's son back then, tossing and turning until she forgot her purpose.

If the baron's son hadn't idiotically overthought things and voluntarily confessed in the end, she probably would have completely forgotten her original purpose before long.

And now, this was the third time.

Compared with the first two, this time not only left an extremely deep impression on her, it also filled her with unbearable shame and indignation.

Because this was her first major move after becoming famous.

She had thought she was mature and professional enough.

But she had never imagined that not only would she forget why she had come, just as she had the previous two times, but under Adam's guidance, she would also reveal her purpose exactly as it was.

That's right!

She had said it!

She