The White's Mansion

As her head hit her pillow, she could not help but have a retrospect about the day, especially concerning the assignment Pops had commissioned her to do.

While she and Brant were making out in his office, she had quietly slipped a magnetic undetectable bug on his phone in his breast pocket.

What she could not understand was why Grandmaster wanted to bug Brantley's phone.

Even though this fight ought to be her fight, she sometimes felt like Grandmaster was taking some steps out of his own personal satisfaction.

"Ah, all the same… I gotta get to the bottom of it all." She whispered to herself, pushing the thought aside.

"This is for you guys." She stared at an old portrait of her family, hanging on the wall directly opposite her bed.

Grandmaster had gifted her the portrait on her 10th birthday, and since then, it had been her most priceless possession and source of inspiration.

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The week went by in a flash, Brant had not pulled any other stupid stun trying to prove her ide