A manager? I blinked. I may run an entertainment company, but I’ve never actually worked as a manager myself. “Forget it, I don’t have the experience,” I said, brushing him off. But Adam wouldn’t let it go. “You’ve already been taking care of me for days. What’s a little longer, right? Raelyn, you’re the best. Just look at all these injuries on me, ow ow ow, it hurts so bad. Can you really bear to let me go back to the set alone?” His performance was pathetic—he couldn't even squeeze out a single tear. I rubbed my forehead. “I’ll find someone suitable for the job.” “No! It’s just for a month. Who would agree to be a temporary manager? And besides, someone like me isn’t exactly easy to manage… Please?” By the end, he even jumped out of bed, grabbed my arm, and started shaking it like a child throwing a tantrum. He left me no choice. I finally nodded. “Alright, fine, I’ll do it. But you’d better rest properly these next few days and try to get discharged as soon as possible.” “Yes!” Adam cheered and bounced back into bed. After that, I stayed at the hospital to take care of Adam. In addition to using the witch’s healing stone, I paired it with herbal remedies for support. That jealous iceberg Aiden never came to the hospital again. Andrix did drop by from time to time, but I usually made a point to avoid him. I really didn’t want to see him. One day, I left to meet Jackson—he had the herbs I needed. On the way, Adam called me out of the blue. The first thing he said was, “Did you hear? Taylor’s dead.” Even though I’d expected her to meet a grim end, hearing those words still made my heart seize for a moment. I asked, “Who told you?” “Andrix. He just stopped by and mentioned it offhand,” Adam said, trying to comfort me. “Raelyn, she had it coming. After everything she did to you—framing you, trying to kill you—someone like that was just a walking disaster.” “Don’t worry. I’m not losing sleep over Taylor.” I hung up the phone. What really bothered me wasn’t that Taylor was dead, but that I hadn’t heard it from Aiden. I wasn’t mourning her. I just felt it was a pity. As the car drove along, we passed a moat that surrounded the city. Suddenly, I heard someone outside yelling for help. The road was jammed with a crowd gathered along the edge of the moat. The car couldn’t get through, so I got out to see what was going on. I grabbed a random person nearby and asked, “What happened?” “A girl fell in the water! Looks like she’s just seven or eight years old. She’s been down there for a while!” said a middle-aged woman with a worried look, staring at the water. I frowned. “Then why hasn’t anyone gone in to save her?” “The moat’s really deep, and there are hidden currents down there. Most people wouldn’t make it back up. Even strong swimmers would be risking their lives.” I looked out at the water where the girl was still splashing. A chill ran down my spine. I took off my coat, ready to jump in. The woman beside me grabbed my arm. “Miss, don’t do it. It’s not something just anyone can handle. Don’t throw your life away!” I smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Just then, the little girl stopped moving and began to slowly sink. The crowd started murmuring all around. “She’s going under?” “Of course she is. She’s out of strength. What a shame, such a young life…” “Why isn’t anyone helping her?” “You go, then. I can’t swim.” I figured the girl had probably cramped up and couldn’t stay afloat any longer. If I didn’t act now, it’d be too late. I dropped my coat and dove straight into the water. Gasps rang out from the crowd. I was an excellent swimmer. I’d saved plenty of drowning kids while studying abroad. The moat might’ve been deep, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I swam hard to the area where the splashes had just been, took a deep breath, and dove under. Soon, I saw the little girl drifting slowly downward. I kicked down to reach her and grabbed her in my arms, then pushed upward with everything I had. When the crowd saw us resurface, people started shouting all at once. I kicked toward the bank, holding the girl tight, and got her safely onto the shore. She’d swallowed a lot of water and was unconscious, her pretty eyes shut tight. Someone had already called the police, but I knew the most urgent thing was reviving her. I started chest compressions and gave her mouth-to-mouth. Thanks to the fast response, she soon coughed up a few mouthfuls of water and began breathing on her own again. “She’s okay! She’s awake!” Everyone around us let out a breath of relief when they saw the girl coughing and sputtering. I sighed and crouched off to the side, wringing water from my clothes, when something on her collar caught my eye. It was a symbol embroidered there. I blinked in surprise. The emblem belonged to Imperial Pack—the prestigious wolf clan of Capital City. Her outfit wasn’t something an average family could afford. It looked tailored and high-end. Could she be from Imperial Pack?