Chapter 3

The next morning, Mason Powell, the driver, was waiting in the car by the villa entrance.

Dorothy beat me to the car and claimed my usual seat, so I had no choice but to sit next to her.

When we arrived at the company gate, Dorothy took her sweet time getting out of the car. She asked Mason to open the door for her, then deliberately touched up her makeup in the car, all on purpose.

Colleagues passing by couldn't help but shoot her envious looks.

While Dorothy and I were waiting for the elevator to go upstairs, as soon…