After finishing dressing in Armani jeans and a red polo shirt, Luan turned to the woman and said, "My name is Luan Dimas and I didn't do anything to harm you on purpose. Yesterday I rented this suite and found you in my room. Unfortunately, I didn't have the strength at that moment to resist and the rest you already know."

'Unfortunately?' She frowned, but she vaguely remembered that was not the name Bernardo said the day before. If she was not mistaken, the man who should have visited her last night was a man named Rafael. She then demanded, "Show me your identity, then! I want proof of who you are."

"No problem." Luan nodded. He took out his wallet and handed his identity to her.

"This..." It was hard to believe, but it seemed like he was telling the truth. She already suspected that he was someone else the moment she saw that Luan was too young, since whoever should be with her now could very well be considered an older man - at least a man in middle age, since she heard Bernardo say that Rafael was a film director.

"Hahahaha." Suddenly, the woman started to laugh. Multiple tears streamed from her eyes.

'Did she go crazy?' Luan frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Am I fine? How could I be? I never dated before and I've always been dedicated to my studies, but yesterday I was betrayed by my older sister and was drugged. I lost my "virginity" to a man I don't even know, and you ask me if I'm fine?" She stared at Luan fiercely.

"You're right; I'm sorry." Luan admitted his mistake. He knew it was different for him being a man when he lost his virginity; he didn't care so much even though it was his first time. But for a woman it was totally different; even if he was not to blame for what happened, it didn't change the fact that it was with him that she lost her "virginity".

"No! I should apologize for taking my anger out on you. After all, it wasn't you who set me up..." She was still upset by what happened. Her body was shaking from time to time, but at least she was conscious enough to understand that Luan wasn't the real problem.

*Ding, dong!*

Before Luan could say anything, the doorbell rang.

"Can you wait a while?" Luan asked gently, not wanting to be insensitive.

"Okay… you can go." She said and sat down on a nearby chair. Ingrid still needed to put her thoughts in place and determine what she was going to do next.

Meanwhile, Luan opened the door to his suite and came across a thin man with a badly shaved beard and short, messy hair. The man was a little over 170 cm tall and looked at Luan with an angry scowl, but soon his expression became peculiar, thinking that he had already seen Luan somewhere, but didn't not know from where.

Behind the man there were several other men, mostly young men in their 18 to 25th year of age. Although he didn't know precisely, Luan started to imagine what was happening here.

Luan asked indifferently, "Who are you and why are you here?"

"I'm Rafael, a director of adult films, and I believe that one of our actresses stayed in your room by mistake." Not knowing where he thought he had seen Luan from before, he spoke his words as thoughtfully as possible.

"Oh? So it's you!" Luan looked at the man with undisguised anger, "Know that the woman who you claim to be your actress is my girlfriend and has been deceived. I think you know what I'm talking about, right?"

"This..." Rafael and the men behind him were all shocked. Rafael thought, 'Bernardo, that bastard said she was single! Did he deceive me?'

Not wanting to give up, Rafael asked, "Who are you, and how will I know you are not lying to me?"

Luan blinked and as if lightning had flashed from his eyes. He caught Rafael by the collar and with superhuman force dragged him to the next wall. Even some men behind Rafael fell with an impact.

*Booom!*

"Are you doubting me? I have already given you enough of a chance by not killing you here. Know that if something like this happens again, I won't give you a second chance." Luan said with a cold chuckle, "And who am I? I'm Luan Dimas, remember that!"

The man, Rafael, was in severe pain throughout his body, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but the moment he heard Luan's name, he turned white, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Luan Dimas! Are you the son of Madam Maira Dimas of the multi-billion dollar corporation Dimas?" Rafael asked, startled.

"Yes, that is me," Luan confirmed. He was also doing this to help the girl in his suite.

"Cough... No wonder. No wonder..." Rafael now knew from where he recognized Luan. He was the heir of the Dimas Corporation, and it is not surprising that he did not seem the least bit worried about getting into trouble and was not even afraid to give his name.

'I should have noticed before. That white hair and eyebrows… and the red eyes! He's the young heir to the Dimas Corp...' Rafael started to develop a cold sweat.

"Now, get your people and get out of here, before I change my mind." Luan dropped the man, making him fall flat on the floor, staring at him in astonishment.

"Yes, right away!" Rafael did not dare contradict Luan; he appreciated that he let him go like this. He knew that with Luan's status, if Luan wanted, it would be easy to make him disappear forever from the face of the earth.

'Damn Bernardo, you'll pay for this humiliation!' Rafael said in his mind and was having trouble getting up and said to his men, "Help me out of here!"

"Yes." Although confused, they agreed and did not dare to provoke Luan.

The Dallas Hotel manager was scared, sweating a lot. From start to finish, he didn't say a word, and seeing how Rafael came out, he said, "Mr. Dimas, I'm sorry for what happened. And don't worry about the destroyed wall; you will not be responsible for that. Also, if you need anything, just get in touch with us and I'll personally handle it."

"Okay, I'm going back to my suite," Luan said nonchalantly.

"As you wish. Have a nice day!" The manager quickly said and left, sighing with relief.

After that, Luan entered his suite and closed the door.

Ingrid, who was sitting on the couch in the living room, said as soon as she saw Luan enter, "Thank you."

She understood that Luan did this for her, even though he was under no obligation to help her. Although she was a little surprised to hear Luan's status, Ingrid was not terribly surprised, as she noticed that they were in a luxury suite and also heard of the Dimas Corporation. His identity was proof enough.

"En." Luan nodded and asked, "I still don't know your name?"

"Ingrid, my name is Ingrid Anjos," She answered.

Luan sat on the couch next to her, and asked, "Tell me, Ingrid… Have you noticed anything different about yourself?"