The Movie Emperor Turned Out to Be the Captive Husband

With a mischievous grin, I filled their glasses one by one.

"Remember the rules: whoever the bottle lands on has to drink. If you can't handle it, you lose!"

With that, I made my way over to Harry and gave him a playful whistle.

"Best Actor, care to join us?"

Harry gave me a fleeting glance, his face expressionless, as if he was indifferent to everything happening around him.

Feeling a bit deflated, I joined Sean and the others.

"Take it easy on the drinks," I thought I heard someone behind me say.

Some voices from the production crew started to rise.

"What kind of event is this? Are we risking getting the show canceled for promoting excessive drinking?"

"We're a reputable show. Make sure this segment gets cut out!"

"But what about the live broadcast?"

"Whatever."

I decided to ignore it. I could pretend I didn't hear them.

After several rounds of the game, Freya was already a bit tipsy.

Although Harry wasn't participating, he ended up drinking a bit under Sean's coaxing. His tolerance was low; after just a few drinks, his face flushed a noticeable red.

I squinted at him, captivated by the sight. The mix of alcohol and beauty was almost intoxicating in itself.

My fingers traced lightly down his nose, then gently touched his impossibly long lashes.

His lashes fluttered, and he opened his sleepy eyes, catching me in the act.

"Uh."

Harry blinked slowly, his beautiful eyes locked onto mine.

He leaned in closer—one foot, half a foot...

Surrounded by his sweet scent of orange perfume, I unconsciously held my breath.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, I felt a weight on my shoulder. Harry had nestled into my neck, his hair tickling me.

I let out a relieved sigh and looked down at Harry, who had fallen asleep.

The shy Best Actor looked so charming that it was hard to resist.

"Hey, come on! Don't let the drinks go to waste!"

"This cup, this cup, this one's all yours!"

With a beautiful man in my arms, I almost forgot about Sean.

He was already slurring his words, still trying to out-drink me.

However, I had a reputation for holding my liquor in the organization. I could handle a few barrels of strong liquor without breaking a sweat.

Could someone like Sean really get me drunk?

It was already eleven at night.

Finally, Sean passed out while pouring more drinks, slumped against the unconscious Harry.

With the crew having gone back to their rooms, I checked on Freya, Harry, and Sean.

No response, just a mix of mumbling voices.

I decided to carry them to my room instead of barging into theirs late at night.

What could my intentions be?

Oh, nothing sinister—just a desire for a few more "wives" in my quarters.

I placed Freya gently on the bed and left Sean and Harry on the nearby couch.

Squatting down to examine Harry, I noted his delicate features, so meticulously crafted, and noticed he bore a resemblance to my husband, whom I barely knew.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you all!"

Just as I was about to start cleaning them up, a voice came from behind me.

"Take good care of us? What does that mean?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Whoa!"

Turning around, I saw Freya standing there, completely sober, with the same commanding stance I had had before.

A shiver of recognition ran through me.

"Black clouds press down on the city, threatening to crush it."

"The wind blows the grass, revealing the cattle and sheep!"

My fingers trembled with excitement.

"You... you're..."

Freya pulled me into a tight embrace. "Boss, I'm the Second in Command!"

"Second in Command? How did you end up here too?"