Holden Patterson rubbed his aching lower back from where he'd fallen, slowly getting up. He leaned against the bed and said, "Give me a break. Don't pull that chaste-and-faithful act with me."
"Get out!" Evelyn Halloway grabbed a water glass and smashed it over Holden Patterson's head.
Holden Patterson cried out in pain and clutched his head. His palm felt sticky. When he pulled his hand away, he saw it was covered in blood. He shot to his feet, pointing at Evelyn Halloway and shouting, "You fucking bitch, how dare you hurt me! You're nothing but a cheap slut who's slept with god-knows-how-many men, and you have the nerve to act tough with me! You just wait!"
"Fine! I'll be waiting!" Evelyn Halloway shot back, her expression still ferocious as she clutched the bedsheet around herself.
However, what the two of them didn't know was that the production team's livestream had already started the moment they woke up.
