Secret Fetish

In KG Studio, Sebastian Vanderbilt focuses intently on his computer, working diligently as time marches on. Despite his best efforts, his eyes keep drifting to the desk beside him, where a pair of feet with pink polished nails are crossed and gently swaying.

At first, he tries to toughen his resolve, but instead of strengthening his will, he discovers his weakness.

After a while, Sebastian can't help but speak up, "You know, it's been three days. Can we agree that I'm not avoiding you?"

"What are you trying to prove?" Jessica looks up from her phone, a flicker of confusion in her beautiful eyes.

"Aren't you blocking my way here because you're still mad about what happened last time?" Sebastian asks, perplexed.

"Do I seem that petty?" Jessica's tone is slightly indignant.

"So what's going on?" Sebastian is at a loss.

"Since the start of the year, my company has been a mess, with all sorts of annoying issues," Jessica explains, frowning, which quickly smooths into a radiant smile. "So, whenever I have the chance, I thought I'd come hide out with you."

"Hiding won't solve your problems," Sebastian chuckles. "You either solve them, or they'll solve you."

"Ah, so you're implying that you don't want me here, right?"

Jessica rises from her seat, a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice. "After all, I'm the signed endoror for KG Studio with a ten million-dollar contract. Not only are you not protecting me, but you're also kicking me out when I'm down?"

"Taking advantage of my vulnerability, huh? So you're the one skilled with idioms?" Sebastian replies with mock annoyance, "I'm saying this for your good. If you keep hanging around the studio and more rumors start..."

Without finishing his sentence, he catches Jessica's peculiar gaze and asks, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Did I never mention to you that rumors about us have been flying around everywhere already?" Jessica blinks, revealing a bit of news.

Sebastian falls silent for a moment. Had she mentioned it? It seems like a faint memory. His attention had been so focused on the stock market that he automatically filtered out less important news.

"Where have you seen a female popstar talk so casually about rumors?" Sebastian quickly changes the subject. "It's preposterous, right? I personally have never seen it before."

"And have you ever seen a company buy trending searches for scandals involving their own signed celebrities?" Jessica rolls her eyes as she picks up her phone, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "You could never understand all kinds of ridiculous things in this world." Muttering under her breath, "Anyway, rumors are just rumors; there's no difference."

"Scandals?" Sebastian's eyes twinkle, sensing something, and he teases, "What kind of company drives their own celebrities to a dead end?"

"You're looking at one," Jessica retorts, visibly upset. "Some idiot in a rush to show results suggested releasing some juicy news, and for some reason, the company supported it."

"Is it because Alvin Garcia became the president?" Sebastian asks curiously.

"He's just acting president!" Jessica emphasizes, her voice filled with dissatisfaction. "He's made a complete mess of the company, who knows when he'll be removed."

Looking at Sebastian, she bats her watery eyes and pouts pitifully. "So, as my other boss, you wouldn't just stand by and watch, right?"

In his previous life, how had Sebastian not realized how charming Jessica could be? This thought flashes through his mind, then he replies— "Yes, I would!" Sebastian's expression is sincere as he tries to suppress a laugh, playing along.

"Ah, Mr. Sebastian, do you have no conscience?" Jessica slams the table and stands up, her voice loud enough to arrest the air in the entire floor.

"Firstly, Miss Levandov, if by 'conscience' you mean helping me make money, let me correct you—I've already paid a signing fee. With the same price, I could've hired several other popstars and potentially made even more." Sebastian speaks seriously, but the mirth in his eyes is barely containable.

Well, you may not know it now, but you bullied me in my last life... Let's collect some interest for now. Sebastian thinks with a mischievous grin.

"Does any other popstar treat you as well as I do?" Jessica poses the question nonchalantly.

"Really? I'm curious, what advantages do you have over others, Jessica?"

"Would any other girl show you her feet every day?" Jessica's voice is bold and assertive.

Sebastian's legs shake, nearly bringing him to his knees by her unexpected remark. He hurriedly stands to close the door, then turns around, looking inexplicably guilty. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Are you sure it's nonsense?" Jessica stares at him with wide eyes.

"Miss Levandov, my lady, please stop talking. From now on, my office is your home. Stay as long as you like, okay?" Sebastian gives in.

He fears Jessica might raise her voice again, which would completely ruin his reputation as the boss. A familiar sense starts again when Sebastian realizes that he somehow enjoys the interaction mode with Jessica.

Jessica sits back down with satisfaction, her feet once again on the table as she contentedly plays with her phone, looking every bit the triumphant general returning from victory.

Sebastian's face bears a look of sorrow. What girl is this brave? Yet, on second thought, Sebastian's mood brightens a bit. Now that the secret is out, he might as well openly appreciate it. So he works for a while, then unabashedly enjoys the view, balancing work with pleasure. Completely ignoring that Jessica, who appears engrossed with her phone, is blushing visibly at his gaze.

Who stares at a girl's feet like that! This dead pervert... Ugh, shameless.

Meanwhile, on the set of "You Are My Destiny."

"Victoria, you seem distracted lately. What's on your mind?" Cathy Millstone asks with concern.

"No, it's nothing. Maybe I'm just tired from recent schedules," Victoria replies with a smile, attempting to dismiss the concern.

"Then take some time to rest and get your bearings," Cathy advises before departing.

Left alone, Victoria sits in a daze. She can't shake the feeling that someone is watching her. She glances around. Near the camera, at the end of the alley, and behind the door, there is a smug face flashing a bright smile, holding a banner, seemingly omnipresent.

But then, that figure gradually vanishes into thin air. "I must be exhausted!" Victoria convinces herself, attributing the visions to her hectic schedule.

She decides to step outside for some fresh air, making her way to the entrance of the CBS television station. The sunshine is bright, the birds are chirping, and the flowers are fragrant.

Victoria takes a deep breath and feels instantly refreshed. Then a familiar voice reaches her ears.

"The doctor from the epidemic prevention hospital called me. You're over a day late for your last rabies vaccine. Hurry and get it."

"Busy?" "Only care about money, not worried about getting rabies, huh?" "Alright, alright, it's not my issue if you go or not." Patrick Anchor hangs up the phone, fuming as he fishes out his car keys, determined to head straight to the studio to find someone.

"Excuse me, Patrick?" Victoria calls out to him.

"What is it?" Patrick replies, his tone lacks patience. Because of some previous issues, he doesn't have the best impression of Victoria.

"Sorry to bother you, but I wanted to ask about the rabies vaccine," Victoria asks tentatively.

"Rabies vaccine?" Patrick says with a sneer, "It's nothing. Just some fool got bitten by a dog while saving someone and then forgot to get the shot because they were too busy with work."

"The person who was saved..."

"That fool told me not to tell anyone." "Do you need anything else, Victoria? If not, I'm off to save his ass." With that, Patrick gets in his car and drives off, leaving Victoria standing there, her lips quivering with complex emotions.