Chapter 0 (1/2)
Prologue
Yan Liang stepped out of the bubble bath and wrapped herself in towels from the bathroom.
She spent too much time inside, the man was asleep.
She sat on the bed, bluntly reaching out to take the man’s face in her hands; he still did not wake up.
The man has bronzed skin, is a DJ in an underground bar with beautiful fingers and a charming smile. She thought she had a little bit of a good impression of this person, but now as she carefully observed him in his sleep she could only feel this face, very strange.
Suddenly, she felt a trace of fear.
She was in the Presidential suite with a round bed, clothes strewn untidily. Yan Liang got up, found her clothes in the untidy mess and put them on. From the wallet, she took some notes and stacked them on the bedside table.
She went to the door of the suite, trying to pull the door. Suddenly she saw the mirror opposite the door and could not help but stop.
It was the image of a woman, with no soul. The pair of eyes staring at her from the mirror were empty
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When she reached home, it was early morning.
The two servants at home were new. Although they are aware of the blow hot blow cold relationship between the mistress and the master, whenever they met, they will respectfully call her Mrs.
She drove back, when half of the car had just entered the garage, the servant rushed to her car and told her: “Mrs, master is in the living room, waiting for you.”
“Got it.”
Although she acknowledged her verbally,Yan Liang parked her car, then directly went from the garage to the external stairs upstairs, back to her room and went to bed.
Sleeping drowsily, the phone began to vibrate. Yan Liang fumbled with the phone. It was a string of text messages from a strange number.
“I am an adult man, how can I take money from a woman, not to mention we didn’t even do anything.”
Yan Liang carefully tried to think back on when they left contact numbers to each other. She had no clue. Suddenly she heard the sound of the door opening. Reflexively, she put the phone back on the bedside table and closed her eyes, feigning sleep
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