In the corner, Nozomi Sakura bit her lip, eyes narrowed, coldly staring at the two on the floor.

Her slender fingers pressed into the foam board, leaving nail marks.

After a long moment, she took a deep breath, pulled out her phone from her pocket, and took seven or eight photos of the two.

She opened Akari Hojo’s chat window and sent over two selected photo.

"..."

Some men are the introverted type; you have to peel them open layer by layer to discover that even their bones are uniquely beautiful.

Nozomi Sakura felt that Alan was probably one of those men.

The longer she spent with him, the more she realized how extraordinary he was.

The first time they met, she was surprised by his financial resources.

She didn’t understand why, among people their age, she was burdened with over two million in debt, yet he seemed to have so much money.

It seemed only the "rich second generation" scenario could explain it.

But he never mentioned his family background. Although sometimes his words could be irritating, he never bragged about anything.

Even though he drove her to upscale places on their first meeting, it wasn’t to show off, she was very clear about that.

His eyes, his movements, his manners, his tone, everything about it is not fake

Nozomi Sakura knew she was attractive and had vainly bought many luxury goods: jewelry, celebrity-endorsed handbags, shoes...

But all of those were online purchases, this was her first time shopping for high-end items in person.

At that moment, she felt like a village dog entering the city, anxious and afraid she might say something foolish to be laughed at.

Of course, no one would actually laugh at her, but if they showed disdain or mockery in their eyes, that was even more humiliating than saying it outright.

However, reality was completely different from what she expected. Following Alan the entire time, without even needing to say a word, he had arranged everything for her.

He named styles and models for every piece of clothing and pair of shoes, and even when they went to the hair salon, she realized he had booked the appointment in advance. She couldn’t understand what he said to the stylist, but it was obvious he was skilled and professional.

Of course, the most embarrassing thing was that he even knew her measurements.

How long had this jerk been watching her?

At first, she thought he had been secretly observing her for a long time. She felt a mix of delight and fear.

Although he told her there was no need to do those "S" things...

But aside from being attractive, what else could he want from her? They hadn’t even had much contact, so to say he liked her personality was somewhat ridiculous.

After two days, she realized he really had no such intentions toward her.

On this point, Nozomi Sakura was quite certain.

Although she had never been in love, she wasn’t naive. She had plenty of friends who were in relationships, and she had seen many tearful, desperate looks of lovers who wanted to devour each other’s souls.

So she knew that the look in Alan’s eyes when he looked at her never held love.

She didn’t understand what exactly he wanted, and she felt anxious and scared.

Would he sell her out? Though she hadn’t entered society yet, she had heard how cruel the world could be.

She was like a fledgling bird, nervous and uneasy.

Then he suddenly said he wanted to train her to become a star...

That pulled out the thing she had buried deep in her heart’s abyss.

It seemed he had seen right through her, seeing her through and through.

He wasn’t just all talk.

He took action for her.

His execution was astonishing, as if he had already planned everything for her...

While she was amazed, her heart couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

But before she could fully digest this, she found out that the idol she had admired for so long was actually his girlfriend.

It took a lot of effort to accept this fact, and Nozomi Sakura was filled with bitterness as she guessed the two might not have a real relationship.

Maybe it was just like her and him...

But reality was far from what she imagined. Akari Hojo’s gaze toward him was full of love...

Not only that, her younger sister clearly liked him to the bone.

As a woman, Nozomi Sakura was quite sensitive to emotions.

The hatred hidden in their eyes when they looked at her was matched only by the depth of their love for Alan...

There were too many secrets about Alan, and each revelations was shocking.

Like a star in the dark night, he constantly drew her in, making her want to peel him open from the outside in to see what kind of person he truly was.

She had to understand him completely.

She absolutely could not lose to Akari Hojo.

Since Honne hated her, she would let her hate her forever, making her envy and be jealous...

Just like she had once felt herself...

With that thought, Nozomi Sakura decided she must thoroughly understand him first.

Since he was unwilling to speak, she would learn about him in every small way possible.

Today, confirming that he practiced kendo gave her some joy—it seemed she could catch a glimpse of his past.

She decided she would cheer him on.

But when she saw that Alan’s opponent was a girl, she was stunned.

Although she didn’t know much about kendo, she knew that girls usually weren’t at an advantage in sports competitions.

Especially in kendo, the matches should be separated by gender.

For a moment, Nozomi Sakura didn’t know whether she should cheer for him.

However, when she saw the girl on the field rush into Alan’s arms and even nuzzle him affectionately like a little bird...

She was dumbfounded.

Hearing the crowd’s surprised comments about the girl letting him win, her mind involuntarily recalled Alan’s words at the café that the other party had insisted he come over...

She roughly had her answer.

Her complexion darkened completely.

So that was it...

This woman is tangled up with you too?

Is that why you learned kendo?

How many women like you, Alan...

Nozomi Sakura stared coldly at the two on the field, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and took several photos to send to Akari Hojo.

She didn’t want to be the only one suffering.

She was already miserable, and since Akari Hojo liked him even more than she did, Hojo must be even more miserable.

Moreover, maybe she could get information about the woman in front of Alan from Akari Hojo or Honne.

From the way she had been set up last time, Akari Hojo was extremely scheming.

Since the woman on the field had gone so far, maybe her feelings for Alan were no less than Hojo’s.

Akari Hojo definitely knew about her existence and might even know a lot about her...

As for directly asking Alan who the other woman was, Nozomi Sakura never considered it.

That would be too stupid.

Not to mention whether Alan would tell her, her current situation didn’t support learning about his past.

Even though she was his girlfriend, she probably wasn’t important enough to make him reveal his secrets.

It might even disgust him...

Besides, compared to other things, Alan obviously cared more about her career development...

The girl clenched her phone tightly and squinted, staring intently at the screen.

I don’t believe you won’t get angry.

Akari Hojo.