Chapter 380 - Keira

"Is that all?" Roy's voice turned cold. "I understand. I'll keep an eye on him. If he causes any trouble for the company, I'll apologize and leave with him."

"Nonsense!" Laila was also furious. "The company has nurtured you for so long, and this is how you repay it?"

"Is it over now? I have things to do. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up." Roy didn't wait for her response and ended the call abruptly. He then angrily threw his phone against the wall. Fortunately, the phone was of good quality, and the only damage was the battery falling out.

"Why be so angry?" The woman sitting nearby calmly picked up the phone and battery, placing them on the bed. She then moved closer to him, her fingers teasingly trailing down his prominent bicep muscle.

However, she didn't continue because Roy's hand grabbed hers.

"Keira! You can leave now, and you don't need to come back!" He pushed her hand away and wiped himself off with a towel as if he had touched something dirty.

Keira's expression changed. "Roy!"

"Don't forget why I brought you here in the first place. You've exceeded your duties." Roy didn't even look at her, just pointed toward the door. "Get out! I don't want to see you again!"

"Hmph! Nothing special about you!" Keira snorted and picked up her toolbox, leaving the room in high heels.

Roy heard the sound of the door closing, and only then did he release the anger pent up inside him.

In reality, it wasn't a big deal. Since the incident with the thugs attacking Laila, a certain area of his body hadn't fully recovered. He had also sustained some hidden injuries during the filming of "Pirates of the Caribbean." These injuries weren't usually a problem, but when he made sudden movements, it felt like an old car creaking and causing pain.

So, after consulting with some friends, he called a massage service. For a fee, he could enjoy one-on-one therapeutic massages, and the masseurs were professionally trained to deal with lingering injuries.

Roy had chosen Keira from the massage service because he was currently living in Laila's house. To avoid any misunderstandings, he booked a hotel room and asked the masseuse to come there.

Keira had excellent skills, significantly alleviating the pain in his injured areas. Roy didn't mind her playful gestures; after all, he was aware of his popularity with women. His muscular physique, developed through years of exercise, attracted many. However, this time felt different because she had answered his phone call, and that call had been from Laila.

Roy knew that all he needed to do was explain things to Laila, and she would understand that there was nothing significant going on. However, he was disappointed when she didn't react at all, as if it were entirely ordinary for another woman to answer his call.

Did she even remember that she was his "girlfriend"? Even if they were just friends, wouldn't it be normal to ask about such a situation? Instead, she seemed more concerned about Robert Downey Jr.!

"Why? Why don't you care about me?" Roy slammed his fist against the mirror, and the shattered glass reflected his sad eyes and bloodied knuckles.

On the other side of the Earth, Laila was also furious. She wasn't upset that another woman had answered Roy's phone call, as she knew there could be various reasons for such a situation. It would be foolish to jump to conclusions like those girlfriends in TV dramas who immediately suspect their boyfriends of infidelity. She couldn't afford to lose her cool like that!

Moreover, they weren't even officially a couple anymore. The global screenings of "Kill Bill" were nearing their end, and there was no longer any point in maintaining the fake relationship. Although having a rumored boyfriend had its advantages, she no longer needed to worry about being mistaken for someone wearing lace or having a foolish prince suddenly appear and bother her.

Besides, Roy didn't have a real girlfriend either. If he found someone he genuinely liked, he could end this fake relationship at any time. But even if they weren't officially a couple, couldn't they still be friends? At the very least, they had been through a lot together. What was wrong with him not explaining things to her? As long as he explained, she would believe him!

Even if he told her that the woman who answered his call was sent by God to help him, she wouldn't doubt it. Why didn't he even consider explaining? Did he not consider her a friend at all, so he didn't think it was necessary to explain?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Laila suddenly stood up, picked up her bag, and walked out.

"BOSS, are you going out?" Demi, who was watching an English channel outside, quickly stood up.

"I'll just take a walk outside," Laila waved her hand, indicating that Demi shouldn't follow her.

Demi hesitated for a moment, but seeing Laila's determined expression and the presence of security guards trailing behind, she sat back down obediently. She had realized that this was an Eastern country, and the people here were generally friendly to Westerners. Even without a common language, Easterners would still be very warm.

In such a country, there was no need to worry about safety or anything else. Most importantly, her boss spoke Chinese. If she followed, she would have to act as a translator, and it was better to stay in the hotel and watch TV.

Laila let the bodyguards follow from a distance as she wandered aimlessly on the streets of the capital. Her hotel was close to the bustling streets, and it wouldn't take long to experience the city's vibrancy.

In her previous life, Laila had attended university in this capital city, majoring in directing, and had graduated at the top of her class. She was a study enthusiast and excelled academically. However, she wasn't good at socializing, and it was only after graduation that she forced herself to develop social skills.

In fact, if it weren't for her relentless pursuit in her past life, she wouldn't have achieved the miracle of this life. Originally, Laila only wanted to relieve her frustration by going for a walk. However, she found herself standing in front of a bus stop. It seemed that foreigners waiting for a public bus was an unusual sight, as people around her were casting curious glances her way. Some young people seemed to recognize her, but they weren't entirely sure, so they didn't approach her.