บท 21: Solitary Struggle

Amidst the bustling traffic, she stood alone on the street, a solitary, fragile figure.

A black Rolls-Royce screeched to a halt before her.

Lily snapped out of her reverie, startled. As she moved to step back, the rear window slowly rolled down, revealing Ethan's cold, impassive face.

Suddenly, Lily felt an overwhelming urge to flee.

"You think you can ignore my orders?" Ethan regarded her from the car, his eyes flashing with unmistakable anger, his voice imperious and arrogant. "Get in."

Did she owe him?

His condescending demeanor made Lily want to lash out, but she held her tongue, forcing an innocent smile. "I'm sorry, but I have plans for tonight."

With that, she turned to leave.

Plans? With a man?

Did this woman not understand her place? She belonged to him!