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Lian had spent the morning asking Jin to take him on a tour of the mansion, his eyes scanning the halls and rooms for any possible escape route. He had pretended to be interested in the artwork and furnishings, all the while taking mental notes of the layout and potential vulnerabilities.As they walked, Jin had pointed out various features of the mansion, from the lavish chandeliers to the intricately carved doors. Lian had listened attentively, nodding and asking questions, all the while searching for a weakness in the mansion's security.After the tour, Lian had asked Jin for drawing materials, claiming that he enjoyed sketching the beautiful surroundings. Jin had brought him a sketchbook and pencils to his room, and Lian had spent some time sketching the mansion's gardens, trying to appear nonchalant.However, the exertion had taken its toll, and Lian had soon grown tired. He had put down his pencils and lain down on the bed, feeling the weight of his situation bearing down on him

As Lian soaked in the warm bath, the scent of lavender and chamomile wafted through the air, attempting to calm his frazzled nerves. The sound of gently lapping water against the tub's edges created a soothing melody, but Lian's mind refused to quiet down. Jin's presence outside the bathroom door was a constant reminder that he was being watched, that his every move was being monitored.Lian closed his eyes and tried to relax, letting the warmth seep into his bones. But his mind kept wandering back to his life as a pretender. How long could he keep up this charade? Would he ever be able to conceal his true identity for long? The thought of being discovered sent a shiver down his spine.Thinking about it made Lian suddenly overwhelmed, so he decided to push away such thoughts for now. He focused on the sensation of the water, the smell of the bath salts, and the soft hum of the ventilation system. But his thoughts inevitably drifted back to his family, wondering if he would ever see th

As Cheng exited the dining room, Mrs. Julia the head maid followed. "Shall I have the driver prepare your car, Master Cheng?" "No, don't bother," Cheng said in a husky tone, his mind still reeling from the conversation with his father. "Okay, Master Cheng," Mrs. Julia said, before turning and leaving. In the hallway, Cheng's phone buzzed with an incoming text from Rambo, his trusted right-hand man in his clan. "Boss, the Morozov syndicate is making moves to expand into our territory." "Arrange a meeting with Viktor Morozov," Cheng instructed via text, his eyes narrowing as he thought about the potential threat. Rambo texted back. "Already done, Boss. He'll arrive shortly." ************************************* The door opened, and a tall, muscular man walked in. He had a stern expression on his face, but his eyes seemed to hold a hint of kindness. "Good morning, Miss Mei," the man said, his voice deep and respectful. "My name is Jin, and I've been assigned by Mr. Cheng

* * * * * * * THE VINCE MANSION* * * * * * “What if our plans fails?“ Mrs Vince asked her husband. “Woman you have been disturbing with questions like I'm doing an oral examination Please let me sleep.“ Mr Vince said in an angry tone. “I'm just worried, you can't blame me.“ She said she received no reply, she decided to sleep but silently praying their plan never fails. ************************************* The next morning, Lian woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. He stretched his arms and yawned, feeling a sense of disorientation. As he sat up in bed, he saw Cheng standing by the window, sipping a glass of tequila. How can someone be having tequila this morning? Cheng's eyes met Lian's, and he smiled. "Good morning, Mei," Cheng said, his voice low and husky. "Did you sleep well?" Lian stared at him, still feeling a bit dazed. He looked around the room, trying to remember where he was and how he got there. Cheng walked over to the bed and s

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * .* * * * * * * * Finally, the limousine turned into a long, winding driveway. Lian's heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of the estate. The mansion was even more opulent than his father's. Towers and turrets rose into the air, gleaming with gold and crystal. Lian's mother leaned forward, her eyes glinting with excitement. "We're here," she said. The limousine pulled up in front of the mansion. Lian came out of the car, his heart racing. He was greeted by a butler, who bowed low. "Welcome, young mistress," he said. "I am Jenkins, the butler of the estate. Please, follow me." Lian hesitated, unsure of whether to follow him, But his mother's push propelled him forward. As they entered the mansion, Lian's eyes widened in awe. The interior was even more breathtaking than the exterior. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the marble floor. They walked through a series of ornate rooms, eac

* * * * * * * * THE VINCE MANSION * * * * * Lian's scream echoed through the mansion as he stumbled upon his sister Mei's lifeless body. The silence that followed was only broken by the sound of his own ragged breathing. "Mei, no... please wake up! Open your eyes it's me lian" Lian's desperate cry shook his entire house. He was holding the limp form of his sister whose body was already cold and looked pale. She was identical to him. The only difference was that her hair was longer and she was dressed in a feminine clothes. His parents rushed into the room, their faces frozen in horror. "Mei! Oh God, no!" his mother wailed, collapsing beside Mei's body checking her pulse. Her eyes widened in horror because she could feel a single pulse on her. Lian's father stood paralyzed, his eyes fixed on Mei's lifeless form. "This can't be happening," he whispered, his voice trembling. Lian clutched his mom, Mrs Vince, tears streaming down their faces, As they watched the guards take awa