Lianne Lianne asked everything at once: "What time do you usually eat breakfast? Is it congee from The Serenity House again?"
God of Fortune's Owner: "Someone will pick you up at eight. Don't worry about anything else."
The young master's overbearing attitude had its perks, like not having to worry about the details.
Lianne Lianne turned off the light, reached for her covers, bunched them up, and hugged them to her chest before closing her eyes to sleep.
The next day, just as the hour hand on the wall clock pointed to eight, the doorbell rang right on time.
Lianne Lianne had already washed up and gotten herself ready. She opened the door to find a tall, well-built young man standing outside.
He looked vaguely familiar.
Lianne Lianne quickly searched her memory and soon found the answer—he was the bodyguard who had dragged Zachary Alden out of the car that night.
