I was completely enraged, feeling like I was on the verge of losing my mind, desperate to figure out how I could possibly snap Wendy out of her stupor. But in stark contrast to my explosive anger, Wendy remained eerily calm, almost as if she couldn't care less. She shrugged dismissively and walked over to the sofa. Sitting down, she looked at me with a resigned expression in her eyes. "Michael, why are you so upset? It's not a big deal. So what if he finds out? Rosaline doesn't deserve to be with Caden anyway. She's just a country girl, a lowly Omega. She only got lucky. "Do you actually believe what she said about that guy being a prince of the Royal Wolf Clan? He's just some foolish kid who appeared out of nowhere. He believes everything I say. Anyway, whatever. It's nothing. Michael, you should just hurry up and win Rosaline's heart. That way, you won't have to worry about me constantly, okay?" I turned to Wendy, my heart full of confusion and sorrow. I opened my mouth, but the only word that escaped was, "You—" What else could I say? My sister had changed. She had become someone I could barely recognize. I hesitated for a moment, but in the end, I couldn't say anything. Wendy looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Michael, didn't you used to say that Caden and I made a great pair? Isn't it great now that I want to marry him? Michael, you should work hard and win Rosaline soon. That way, Caden will be mine." Seeing Wendy like this, I couldn't help but feel helpless. I shot her a fierce glare, and for the first time, I had the thought of not wanting to talk to her. I turned and went back to my room. Naomi's POV: I watched the ambulance disappear while carrying the elderly werewolf lady, and the weight that had been pressing on my chest finally eased. The director let out a sigh of relief and told the assistant to get in touch with the elderly werewolf lady's family. Because of what had happened, the crew decided to put the commercial shoot on for now. "Good thing you were here. Otherwise, that elderly lady would've been in serious danger." I looked across at Samuel, and for a moment, he seemed like a towering figure. "I'm a doctor. This is what I'm supposed to do." Samuel's smile was calm, almost indifferent, as if pulling someone back from the brink of death was just another part of his day."I was completely frozen back there. I had no idea what to do." Just thinking about the moment that elderly werewolf lady collapsed in front of me still sent chills down my spine. If Samuel hadn't been on set today—or if no one on set had known first aid ... When that thought popped into my mind, my hands went cold. Samuel came over and spoke gently. "Come on, the doctor said that elderly lady is going to be fine." "But ... " I still hesitated, but Samuel cut me off. "No buts. Don't worry. The director's already spoken to her family, and I'll keep in touch with the hospital." Seeing the warm curve of Samuel's lips, I felt a strange sense of peace settle over me. I looked down at my phone, a flicker of defeat crossing my face. "Ah ... It's already past the time." "What time?" Samuel asked curiously. "It's a foodie livestream of an influencer I like. I was planning to watch it after finishing the advertisement shooting today, but now I've missed it," I explained. "Foodie livestream?" Samuel emphasized the words. I immediately sensed his surprise and hurriedly clarified, "I simply watch the livestream. I can't eat much when I'm dieting, but watching others eat helps with cravings." I quickly searched for the streamer I mentioned. Samuel looked at the video on the screen, his lips twitching. "Dieting isn't good for your health. And won't watching these foodie livestreams just make you hungrier?" "What can I do? I'm a superstar. I have to stay fit for the camera. Can't I get a little psychological comfort?" I said resignedly. "How about this: I'll make a diet plan for you so you can lose weight and still enjoy food. How does that sound?" Samuel said, his voice carrying a teasing tone as he raised an eyebrow at me. "You can do that?" I turned to him, surprised. "Just expanding my side hustle." Samuel laughed, shaking his phone. "Dr. Foster's exclusive secret recipe, no charge. Consider yourself lucky." He made me laugh, and just as I was about to say something, my manager came over to discuss some work-related stuff with me, and we parted ways."Who's that? He's really handsome." My manager turned and curiously looked at Samuel's departing figure. I fiddled with my phone and answered casually, "He's a friend, and also the son of Meteor Group's president." The manager looked a bit surprised and immediately leaned in to gossip. "Come on, tell me honestly, how did you two meet?" Thinking back on that bad experience, I frowned. "It's kind of an accident." My manager was busy searching for Samuel's information on their phone and didn't notice my odd expression. "Judging by the way he helped that elderly lady today, he must be medical staff?" "Yes, he's a doctor," I nodded. My manager seemed to remember something, then asked, "Could the person who sends you flowers anonymously every day be this Mr. Foster?" The question caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but laugh. "No way ... "