Chapter 314 Fits Your Taste Perfectly
That kick didn't come from Winona. It came from a leg behind her.
Black suit pants, black leather shoes.
It was a guy.
Winona's heart raced. She turned and saw a face that was both familiar and strange.
Familiar because she'd seen it on TV a lot lately, strange because it was her first time seeing it in person.
It was Eva's cousin—Ian Turner.
He smiled and waved a hand in front of her face. "What's up? Something on my face?"
Winona snapped back to reality and shook her head. "No, just surprised to see a celebrity in real life."
The screaming William got dragged away, but not before Winona gave him another kick.
It was a public place, and his screams had drawn a lot of attention. Winona stepped closer, her heel digging into his foot. "Mr. Simmons, next time, rinse your mouth before you go out."
Ian watched and chuckled. "Miss Sullivan, you're quite the character. Eva said you're a fan of mine?"
Winona nodded. "Yeah."
Lying to his face made her feel a bit guilty. She worried he'd ask, "So, what's your favorite role or song of mine?" She quickly changed the subject. "Thanks for what you did just now."
She wasn't a fan. Ian was just an excuse to get close to Eva. She didn't know his shows or songs, just his face from all the ads.
Winona wasn't usually a careless liar. She just had never thought she'd meet him in person.
Ian laughed. "No need to thank me. This is a Turner family event, and since you're my fan, I couldn't let someone like that hurt you."
Winona was speechless.
Touching, but a bit cheesy.
The music changed to a dance tune, and people started heading to the dance floor. Ian extended his hand like a gentleman. "May I have the honor of a dance with my fan?"
Winona clenched her palms. "Sorry, I'm not good at dancing. I'll excuse myself to the restroom."
Ian gestured politely, his features striking. Any woman would be smitten.
But Winona felt none of his charm. She quickly left the hall and, once alone, looked down at what she was holding.
Ian watched her leave, squinting slightly, a playful smile on his lips.
His phone beeped. It was a message from Eva: [How was it? Didn't I say she fits your taste perfectly?]
He lazily replied: [You know me too well. If this works out, that sports car you want is yours.]
[No need, just treat her right. She's my first friend in Dreamopolis. Don't mess with her.]
Ian smirked and sent back a few half-hearted words.
If he hadn't known her better, he might've believed her.
If she really saw Winona as a friend, she wouldn't have introduced her to him.
Underneath the masks, everyone was equally twisted. Who didn't know each other's true nature?
No woman had lasted more than two weeks with Ian. He'd be nuts to give up a whole forest for one tree. Winona was gorgeous and had a unique vibe, sparking his interest. But even so, two weeks would be pushing it.
When Winona returned to the hall, she was immediately surrounded by Eva and her girlfriends. "Winona, these are my friends from A City. They watched your show and really want to meet you."
"Winona, your hands are so skilled. I love ancient artifact restoration but never got the chance to get into it. I heard it's all about mentorship in your field. Can you teach me? Let's have a drink."
"Yeah, when I watched the show, I wondered if such skillful hands could really belong to a human. I want to have a drink with you too."
They flattered her, clearly trying to get her drunk.
She looked at Eva, who smiled back at her.
The scene was harmonious, full of sisterly affection.
After a few drinks, Winona couldn't hold on any longer. She shook her dizzy head and said, "I can't, I'm a bit drunk."
"There are rooms upstairs. We rarely get to chat like this, let's have a few more drinks. Eva has booked this place for three days. We can just crash in our rooms if we get too drunk."
Winona drank two more rounds before they finally let her go upstairs to rest.
Eva asked, "Winona, you look really drunk. Should I get a waiter to help you?"
"No need, you guys have fun. I can still see the room numbers."
Once in the room, Winona lay directly on the bed.
At the same time, Ian received an [ok] text message.
He excused himself and lazily walked upstairs. Out of the elevator, he took a room card from his pocket. The room number on the top right corner read: [2018.]
The banquet downstairs was in full swing, and the corridor upstairs was empty. He swiped the card to open the door. The room was dark, but the light from behind him faintly revealed someone lying on the bed.
He tsked, closed the door behind him, and as he did, the light in the room gradually disappeared. "Winona."
Ten minutes later, a scream erupted from the room.
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