New York, Shangri La Hotel room 1109, the lights were warm yellow, and a touch of incense was floating in the air. Too much alcohol had been poured down Meghan Lee's throat. She was abandoned on the floor like a gunny sack. In her blurry vision, she could vaguely see a man and woman kissing deeply and making out. She dug her nails into her skin and used the sharp pain to make herself sober. Were the two people in front of her really her boyfriend George Thomas and her sister Miley Lee? Megan was shocked as if she were struck by lightning bolt. She stared at them with a blank look. There was so much pain as if her heart had just exploded. How could they hook up? Who could believe that the guy who said he would love her for the rest of his life was cheating on her?

George let Miley go after they kissed for a while and said gently, “Alright sweetheart, we got to go. Mr. Goldman is coming in.”

Miley put her arms on George’s shoulders and glanced at the person lying on the floor in the room and said with disdain, “So Mr. Goldman is really willing to invest 50 million in your Renaissance entertainment for Megan?”