Chapter 38 Tara stepped out of the car, completely unharmed. Søren and Shawn both let out a breath, relieved that she was fine. Seeing that Tara was alright, Shawn went ahead into the villa. Jonah was the first to step inside. He didn't seem the least bit interested in what had happened to Tara. "Tara, I heard from Stella that you got left behind at the airstrip. I was just about to bring people to look for you," Søren said as he came up to her.

He was smiling brightly and effortlessly charming. "Well? Touched, aren't you?" Tara gave a rare, genuinely non-perfunctory smile and replied sincerely. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Farrell. Thankfully, Mr. Swain saw me." Søren was stunned by her smile. It was so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at it. Then, a small pang of jealousy crept in. Why was it Lance again? Lance had also been the one who got locked up in the studio with Tara. Still, Søren didn't tease her further.

After all, being left alone in a foreign, snow-covered place would have been terrifying. "Let's talk inside. It's cold out here," Lance uttered. Tara nodded and followed them into the villa. As she passed Stella, her eyes cooled. This whole thing would probably be swept under the rug in the end. If she made a scene, the male leads would only think she was trying to frame Stella. If she actually did that, the story would unfold just like in the original plot.

Tara knew she couldn't act recklessly right now. Doing so would only turn reason into fault. On the other hand, Stella was so furious her nails were practically digging into her palms. Everything she did just went up in smoke. She couldn't understand why Lance had been the one to bring Tara to the villa. Stella cared about Lance the most, and it just had to be him. Just then, Russell Robertson, the villa's butler, led Tara and Stella to their rooms.

Tara and Stella's rooms were next to each other. After the room assignments were settled, Russell told them to get into the right mindset. Work officially started today. When Tara entered her room, Stella stood at her door, while watching Tara. She had calmed down a little and started to worry that the whole thing might be exposed. Stella was finally starting to feel nervous. She didn't know if Tara had heard what she said to the driver. Tara's indifferent attitude gave nothing away.

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She hadn't mentioned the truth-it really seemed as though leaving her behind was accidental. Stella couldn't figure out what Tara was thinking. If Tara heard her words to the driver, why hadn't she brought it up? Why hadn't she questioned anything? That night, in a foreign country blanketed in heavy snow and with the cold cutting through the air, Tara didn't feel like admitting any of it. She didn't share the same mindset as the male leads.

She was here to work, while they were here to relax and seek inspiration. She showered early and went straight to bed. The next morning at 6:30 am, the sky outside was still gray, snow was still falling, though lightly. Tara and Stella got up early to work. They didn't have much to do; they just needed to take care of the boy band members' daily needs. Worried that Tara might get aligned with Lance, Stella found an opportunity to talk to her. "I'll take care of Mr. Swain and Mr. Pearson.

You…" Tara cut her off with a neutral expression. She didn't really care whose daily routine she would be in charge of over the next few days, but she didn't voice it. Stella would never let her have peace. She would always come up with schemes to mess with Tara. Tara wanted Stella to notice how nonchalant she actually felt. Stepping away from the typical plot. Any conflict would only reflect on her, the so-called villainess.

She wanted to turn things around, and she wanted to retaliate against Stella without holding back, but that would only make her the villainess who was trying to frame Stella. In the original plot, no one would take her side. They'd just assume it was her fault, that she was picking on Stella and trying to drag her down. Proud and stubborn, it was as if she wanted a quiet, standoffish life. There was something about Tara's cool and quiet presence-her face, her figure, her poise.

That icy elegance only made her more alluring. Even though Stella always looked down on her as just a pretty face, she had to admit that Tara was way too striking. And that made her a dangerously well-…