Aurelia Shaw felt a faint pain in her temples.

The image of Mason Nightshade's cold and arrogant face appeared in her mind...

His fans? Ha, she could hardly imagine anyone Mason Nightshade would idolize.

Glancing at the dark, deep alley—if Andrew Kennedy saw Mason Nightshade, it would be unnecessary trouble again. She didn't want to stand out too much in the industry for now.

Moreover, Andrew Kennedy was too unpredictable, so she needed to guard against him in certain areas. Otherwise, she'd never know how she'd die if someone tripped her up.

"I ran into a friend, going down to say a few words."

Without waiting for Gustavo Yates to say anything, Aurelia Shaw opened the car door and got out.

Sure enough, she saw Andrew Kennedy standing not far away, wearing a long-sleeved denim jacket in the middle of summer, his cap brim pulled low, and a mask covering his face. He must have come out during the day, as his sunglasses were hooked on his hand. Standing against the wall, his six-foot frame was quite noticeable.

Seeing her approaching, a hint of a smile seemed to flicker in his eyes.

"What brings you here?"

This area wasn't considered affluent, and Andrew Kennedy's superstar aura was a stark contrast to this place. Appearing at the entrance of a seedy bar in the middle of the night, wasn't he afraid of being photographed by paparazzi, tarnishing his reputation?

Andrew Kennedy removed his mask, revealing his handsome face, "I came here with my agent to discuss some matters. I didn't expect to run into you. What brings you here so late? I've heard this area is quite disorderly. As a girl, you shouldn't wander around here alone."

Aurelia Shaw curled her lips, her smile inscrutable, "It is indeed disorderly. If someone with ill intentions were to catch you and inject you with something, your life would be ruined."

The words were vague, and Andrew Kennedy was puzzled, yet he faintly felt she was alluding to someone specific. Still, with gentlemanly restraint, he refrained from prying further, for everyone has their own secrets.

"When are you going back? Do you need a ride? It's hard to get a cab around here."

Andrew Kennedy consciously ignored the car parked not far away.

Before joining the cast, he had learned about Aurelia Shaw's background from his agent—quite ordinary. The car parked nearby must cost at least several million. How could a girl from an ordinary background afford such an expensive car?

Only one possibility...

Andrew Kennedy didn't want to delve too much into other artists' affairs, but he didn't know why he had inexplicably called her out today.

If she really wanted to take that path, could he stop her?

Perhaps it was because he didn't want such a gifted actress to ruin her future.

As Andrew Kennedy gazed at Aurelia Shaw's bright face, a fleeting memory seemed to cross his mind, rendering him momentarily dazed. Seeing him staring intently at her, Aurelia suspectingly wondered if there was still a trace of blood on her face.

Just as she was about to say something, a series of authoritative and steady footsteps suddenly echoed from behind, and a tall, oppressive shadow loomed over her.

A person suddenly came to Aurelia Shaw's mind. She turned around, and sure enough, there was Mason Nightshade standing behind her, his face dark, eyes fixed intensely on Andrew Kennedy.

Andrew Kennedy also noticed him, surprise showing in his eyes.

"Who is he?" Mason Nightshade approached Aurelia Shaw without showing any emotion and leaned down to whisper softly in her ear.

Aurelia Shaw slightly turned her head to avoid his warm breath. She stepped to the side but was caught by Mason Nightshade, who wrapped his strong arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. His heavy gaze fell on Andrew Kennedy, while his thin lips curled into a smile that was cold yet polite.

"Hello, I am..."