Heiress To A Fortune, Prisoner Of Code

Synopsis

I stood in front of a billion‑dollar mansion, suitcase in hand, rubbing my hands together in excitement. Then a cold, robotic voice cut through the air. "I'm sorry, Ms. Yolanda Sullivan. Based on your health data, you slept less than seven hours last night. Outdoor dust levels are too high. It's not recommended that you go outside right now." My smile froze. I stared at the ornate iron gate that wouldn't budge, then spun around and glowered at the AI butler in his tailored tuxedo. "Archer, open the gate." He bowed politely, every movement perfect. "For your absolute safety, I will deny all outdoor requests until the outside environment meets my safety standards."