Chapter 380
Julian Langley's glare could have flayed Ethan Sullivan alive, as if watching a thief steal his most prized possession.
[LMAO, little sister made it crystal clear she's done with the Oscar winner]
[Today's emotional damage to Julian Langley is worse than 100 consecutive NG takes]
Absolutely true.
On the show's premiere day, Julian suffered a series of brutal blows.
Regret gnawed at him.
He'd brought Evelyn to this island reality show hoping she'd relax—and more importantly, stay far away from that punk Ethan.
Yet the bastard had followed them like a haunting spirit.
Now separating them seemed impossible.
He'd made a terrible mistake.
If he'd known this would happen, he'd never have taken this gig.
No—he should've kept the filming location top secret, ensuring Ethan never caught wind of it.
Or stationed bodyguards around Evelyn 24/7!
The audacity of this guy!
Julian ground his teeth watching Ethan massage Evelyn's shoulders with professional precision.
He nearly cracked a molar.
When the massage ended, Evelyn rotated her neck approvingly. "Not bad."
Ethan's martial arts training gave him exceptional muscle control. His fingers worked with perfect pressure.
"At your service anytime," he smiled.
Evelyn moved to inspect the partially dried vines—perfect for weaving.
She started with rabbit cages. Fresh kills tasted best.
Her fingers flew. The vines became living extensions of her hands, transforming into intricate cages with astonishing speed.
Julian's eyes burned. "Evie...you used to do this often?" His voice cracked with心疼.
"Mm. Two bucks per basket."
She'd learned the craft from Granny Sun in the countryside.
Bamboo would've been faster, but vines worked.
After finishing the cages, she quickly taught the three men basic mat-weaving techniques before grabbing her combat knife.
Ethan stood to follow.
She waved him off.
Fidgeting, he resumed weaving while stealing glances toward the trees.
The vines creaked under his grip.
What was she doing?
Was she safe?
Every fiber of him screamed to chase after her.