Chapter 3

As Wendy stepped out of the hotel, the late autumn night's cold wind hit her face, sharp and biting. It swept away the stuffy air from the ballroom and made her exposed skin break out in goosebumps.

She took a deep breath, the icy air filling her lungs with a jolt of clarity that almost hurt.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom, like a silent beast lurking in the night, glided up to her and stopped.

The driver, dressed in a sharp uniform, quickly got out and respectfully opened the back door for her. "Ms. Lane, Mr. Lane sent me to get…