Hearing that, Zoey, who was standing there like a complete bitch, suddenly turned into a princess – the princess that everyone else believed she was. Zoey ran to the bathroom, and Angela watched in confusion as she quickly wiped her lipstick, removed her eyelashes, and lifted her off-the-shoulder dress.

Seeing that, Angela was shocked. Was Drake Thorne so terrible and strict?

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Zoey gave Angela a gloomy look, warning her not to talk nonsense in a low voice, and then entered the living room.

Angela raised her eyebrows and followed.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, she felt the atmosphere change. It almost felt like she stepped into a refrigerator. The air was cold, everyone was serious and careful and did not even dare to breathe loudly.

Angela also got nervous. So much pressure!

She had been in showbiz for a long time and met lots of people. But she had never seen anyone with such a strong presence.

Drake Thorne was indeed like what she had imagined. He was fitter looking than Angela had expected. His face told of a lean body beneath his cutthroat sharp black suit. His eyes were cold and emotionless, and Angela swore she had seen those eyes somewhere before. His hair was jet black – styled back with gel.

Angela swallowed – this man was one fine piece of the specimen. He was extremely handsome, his face delicate and impeccable; his whole body exuded a mature man's aura and charm.

Right then, Drake seemed to feel the gaze and turned to look at her with sharp eyes.

Hurriedly, Angela lowered her head. She felt like he was piercing her body, and she felt a strange feeling of déjà vu fall over her.

"Zoey, go upstairs!"

"All right, brother," Zoey answered like a good little girl and quietly walked out of the room.

Angela lowered her head when she heard Drake's voice, "You! Go upstairs too."

"Yes, brother!"

Angela thought the man was exactly what people said about him.

Being in the same room as him, she felt her whole body coiled and tight as if his eyes were watching her every move like a predator watching his prey.

While going upstairs, she heard Drake's voice, "Did you find her?"

"Sir, that girl… when she left you and the hotel, she was wearing all black, and the camera did not catch her face."

Angela almost fell face-first into the stairs but caught the handrail just in time. Drake's words were swimming in her head.

Was she going crazy? The man who raped her was Drake!?

Impossible!

But everything Drake's assistant was saying made sense! She had been in a hotel room last night and had left the room wearing all black clothes. Who else could they be talking about? And those eyes, she knew she had seen those eyes somewhere before!

Although she was adopted and was not related to him by blood, she was his (sister), as she thought, for God's sake!

"Three days! I want that woman found!" Drake growled and started walking out of the room.

Shocked, Angela raced up the stairs and back to the room at the end of the corridor, according to Angelo's memory.

The room was spacious, decorated with black and gray accents. There were various model cars and sailboats decorated on the walls. She did not have time to admire them since her head was pounding. She just laid down on the bed.

The situation was a mess, but at least she was breathing and alive, Angela thought to herself.

Now that it had come to this, what could she do but accept it?

But the most bizarre thing out of all this was that she had sex with Drake.

Despite what the public believed, Angela had been a virgin. She definitely did not expect to lose her virginity on the first day of meeting someone – let alone her step-brother.

After giving a heavy sigh, Angela entered the bathroom and started a bath. She felt grimy and tired and thought a hot bath would do her some good.

As she sat soaking in hot water, Angela could not help but recall last night. Now, the thought of Drake overpowering her and having his way with her was erotic and intoxicating for Angela. She closed her eyes and imagined Drake making love with her repeatedly.

Oh, she was going crazy!

What she should think now was how to survive and get revenge, but here she was, daydreaming about the guy who raped her.

Her mind was in a whirl when suddenly she heard footsteps. Then, her bathroom was pushed open, and a man appeared in front of her.

Angela froze in terror. Her face flushed bright red. She wanted to swear at him! You fucking bastard, she thought.

She looked down at herself. Luckily, it was a bubble bath, and only her collarbone and arms were visible.

The bastard in front of her was Patrick Thorne, the fourth son of the Thorne family.

"Oh, you're taking a fucking bath!" Patrick snorted.

Then he walked closer to the bathtub.

Angela panicked. She grabbed a shower gel and threw it towards Patrick's head. "Get out!"

Patrick immediately stilled at the thought of timid little Angelo fighting back. He became furious, "Are you fucking serious? How dare you hit me, you stupid child!?"

Angela's eyes were blazing. What kind of madness was this? She grabbed the shower handle, turned the temperature to hot, and then sprayed Patrick with it, "Are you going to leave or not?"

Being sprayed with scalding water did just the trick of getting Patrick out of her bathroom. Angela took the opportunity to take the bathrobe and wrap herself in it. Then she got out of the tub, ran to close the door, and locked it.

She was going crazy!

Was this family mad?

How could they just break into someone's bathroom?

She was so angry and scared that she wanted to kill someone!

Although she was furious, she quickly put on her clothes and opened the door. Patrick was standing outside, panting. His neck and hands were bright red.

When he saw Angela, he immediately raised his fist, "You little stupid adopted child, you dare to hurt me!"

Angela subconsciously dodged (thankful her martial arts training was finally coming to use), which was out of Patrick's expectation. His hand collided with the wall loudly, and he swore, "FUCK!"

The noise alarmed people downstairs, so both Patrick and Angela were summoned down by Drake's assistant.

Angela was wearing her bathrobe, water dripping from her hair.

Compared to her, Patrick was worse. His neck and arms were burned red, and his clothes were wet.

"Why the hell are you two fighting?" Drake leaned against the couch as his eyes glided over their faces.

Angela knew the preemptive strike and hurriedly replied, "Patrick broke into my bathroom. I was taking a bath when he broke in without knocking. And he tried to drag me out while I was naked. I got scared, so I sprayed him with the shower."

After she finished talking, everyone looked at her with a surprised look on their faces. Angelo was timid and always kept his head low while in front of others. In fact, he would not talk at all in front of Drake.

Patrick was not expecting Angelo to give him all the blame. Hurriedly, he looked at Drake and defended himself, "It's not like that. He bullied Zoey today, leaving her stuff at the gate. I wanted an explanation from him but did not expect him to hurt me. He has gone too far, brother."

"What! I didn't do anything to you. You called me stupid and tried to hit me, I was just defending myself."

"Shut up! You are lying!" Patrick yelled back. Suddenly, Patrick looked at him with a sneer. "I know your secret!"

Angela gasped, panic flickering across her face, which happened to be caught by Drake. What secret was he talking about? Did he know that she was not Angelo and was actually Angela Watts?

Drake played with his lighter and asked, "Do you have any skeletons in your closet, Angelo?"