1460 Midnight Scare at the Door

The fashion show was short and sweet.

It was over within ten minutes.

Her manager had given strict instruction earlier to maintain her regal appearance throughout. She was feeling the strain by the time the show ended.

It was not over for her, though. After the show, with the top photographer he had invited along, Qin Zhou took her to the streets for a photoshoot.

As an artist who was specially invited to the Fashion Week by Louis Vuitton, the luxury brand's PR team had naturally arranged magazine cover shoots to showcase their latest style. The stars invited would need to do a series of street photography for their respective brands.

As for those stars like Lin Zhi who were not tasked with such assignments, they could still enjoy a good level of publicity thanks to the paparazzi standing guard at the venue's entrance.

By the time the show ended, she was exhausted to the point of collapse.

She hardly wore high heels; hence, when she took those off her feet, swollen blisters could be seen on her feet.

She slowly rubbed the back of her feet in agony.

What a torture…

She used to think that stars had a glamorous life every time she read the news of them attending such fashion shows. Now, she understood the pain they had to go through.

It isn't easy for everyone!

She could not help sighing.

Her manager stood at the door and briefly outlined the program for tomorrow. He left swiftly after reminding her to take an early rest.

At the very end, he reminded her again that she could only have a piece of bread for dinner and nothing more.

She found the whole experience too arduous to talk about.

She removed the expensive present, hung it inside the cabinet, and headed for the bathroom instantly. The moment she submerged herself in warm water, she heaved a sigh of contented relief as her body relaxed and sank deep into the bathtub.

"It feels so good…"

After a hard day's work, soaking in a bathtub was one of the biggest enjoyments in life.

She dripped a few drops of rose essence in the water before proceeding to sponge herself leisurely.

As she lay in the bathtub, she dozed off in exhaustion.

…

She was rudely awakened by a string of hasty, grumpy ringing at the door.

She shot up. Opening her eyes again, she forgot where she was momentarily.

The doorbell continued to ring.

The buzzing continued relentlessly.

Who can that be?

Is that Qin Zhou?

Furrowing her brows, she deliberated suspiciously.

She got up from the bathtub, washed away the foam on her body, and put on a bathrobe. The doorbell was still ringing when she reached the living room.

In fact, the person outside the door seemed to have lost the patience as the ringing got faster and angrier.

Who can that be?

Can that truly be Qin Zhou?

Wide awake by now, she suddenly recalled her manager's earlier warning…

'When you are alone inside the hotel, don't ever open the door for anyone! If I need to look for you, I will call you first! My room is next to yours, so if there's any problem, you can look for me. Remember: We aren't inside our country. The security in other countries isn't as good as ours; violence often breaks out inside hotels here. Plus, as a public figure, you must learn to protect yourself, so no matter what happens, ensure your safety first. Don't open the door no matter who is at the door just in case!'

She quickly looked for her phone to check with her agent.

Unfortunately, her phone had run out of battery power so it shut down by itself.

Fifteen minutes passed as she charged her phone.

She sat inside the hall and watched the door, not daring to move.

Following her manager's advice, she did not intend to open the door to strangers.