Chapter 3The Golden Cage

I swear on Julian's bank account, I didn't do it on purpose.

I have a work phone and a personal phone.

To please my boss, my whole persona is "lovestruck girlfriend." I fold the wrapping paper from his gifts into origami cranes and hang them up (even though I pay someone else to fold them).

Setting his photo as my wallpaper is basic.

As for why it's a nude...

Well, Julian's body is top-tier. Mature, sexy, like a professional model. Those abs, that tight waist, those powerful thighs... it's art.

As for his face, which always looks like I owe him eight million dollars... well, I cropped that out.

But Layla obviously didn't believe me. She was already mad about not being able to go back to the hotel. Now that the cameras were off, her disgust was unrestrained.

"I don't know why resource-hogs like you come on these survival shows. You just cause trouble. Go do it yourself."