Wait—wasn't Snowy Cafe supposed to be that super cheap drink place? Something this cheap—and he had the nerve to call it a carefully planned gift? He only spent 2,300 dollars and thought that was being generous? Where did he get the confidence? He'd even sent her flirty texts, boasting about going "three hundred rounds" tonight! What a jerk! Carolyn pushed the delivery receipt away. "Get out of here! This isn't my order!" The paper fell to the floor. Henry saw it, walked over and picked it up. "Okay, you can go now," he told the delivery person. "I'm here to handle this. I'm the one who placed this order. I'll sign for it myself." He passed the receipt to his assistant, then turned to Carolyn. "So Carolyn, what do you think? Getting one for everyone shows I really care, right? It's so hot today—I figured everyone would want a cool seasonal drink." He looked around at the staff nearby for support. "Right, guys?" Their expressions tightened. Some even tried to hide the brand new LV scarves behind their backs. When nobody answered, Henry turned back to Carolyn, looking confused. "What's wrong?" Robert spoke up with an innocent smile. "Mister, this lady here just told everyone those expensive LV scarves were from her. Since you're the one paying for things, and the LV people are still here, why don't you buy them? She already took credit—now put your money where your mouth is." The truck hadn't left yet, and its cheerful jingle kept playing. The LV staff held back laughter and said seriously, "We've confirmed with headquarters. These are all welcome gifts prepared by Ms. Chloe Lewis for everyone. Also, each scarf is custom-printed with the Rebirth crew logo. We hope they brighten your workdays, and we thank Ms. Chloe Lewis for choosing our products." In front of everyone, the LV staff bowed respectfully to Chloe. After confirming her identity, they left. Henry stood frozen. He grabbed a cup of coffee and handed it to Carolyn. "There must be a misunderstanding. I texted you. I ordered the 'first gift of autumn'—one for everyone. I thought you understood what I meant." He lowered his voice and tried to blame his secretary, saying it was all the secretary's idea. Carolyn's mind raced. She hadn't actually read Henry's messages carefully. She only knew he said everything was arranged and told her not to worry. When the LV staff showed up with the scarves, she just assumed these were the welcome gifts he'd set up for her. She didn't care about his follow-up texts. She only cared that he'd show up, make her look good, and help her put Chloe in her place. But now, it felt like she'd embarrassed herself. She wanted to show off in front of Chloe, to prove how capable she was. Now, she'd completely missed her chance. The scarves Chloe gave out—one for everyone, including her. She thought about the one quietly offered to her earlier, the one she didn't even look at. Regret washed over her. "Didn't you say you'd do anything for me?" Carolyn's eyes turned cold. "Then buy this order for me. That way there's no confusion, and it's only right to say I prepared these for everyone. Isn't that right?" Carolyn was furious. She stared at the clueless Henry, pure hatred in her eyes. Henry kept smiling awkwardly. "Carolyn, why didn't you read my messages? I explained everything clearly. How could you mistake someone else's gift for yours?" He was dodging responsibility on purpose. There was no way he'd spend over a million on scarves. If he moved that much money, his wife would find out—and then things would get messy.A minor actress tied to the company? Just a fling—nothing to take seriously. "We're at the film set now. Let's talk about this later," Henry whispered, leaning closer, trying to calm her down. Too many people were watching. It looked bad. Carolyn didn't care. She shoved his hand away, angrier than ever. "So that's your answer?" "I..." Henry's face darkened. He couldn't find the words. "Well, well, Henry. How dedicated—showing up on set personally," a mocking voice came from the entrance. Edwin, the head of Kellian Media, walked in. Along with him came famous director Brian, Oralia, and—bringing up the rear—Landon and Eugene. Eugene carried a natural authority. The moment he appeared, the atmosphere on set shifted. A moment earlier, the male lead in the exclusive rest area had been the center of most women's attention—but now, all eyes were fixed on Eugene.