Sarah's eyes flutter open as she senses a gentle touch against her cheeks. Her heart quickens, and even before she fully comprehends what's happening, the undeniable presence of another person lingers before her. She lies still, her senses on high alert, trying to discern who could be sharing this intimate space with her in the dark. As Sarah slowly opened her eyes and beheld Grayson's impassive face hovering over her, her heart raced, and she instinctively shielded her nearly bare bosom from the gossamer fabric of her silk nightgown. She sat up, her nerves on edge. "Grayson, what a surprise," she managed to utter, attempting to conceal her vulnerability. "Well, tomorrow is your Grandpa's burial, and I must take you there," Grayson stated, his emotions turbulent as he observed Sarah's vulnerable yet alluring state. "You have a natural beauty that drives me crazy," he added, reaching out to caress her hair before standing. "It's almost seven. I suppose we should have breakfast togethe
As they returned to the mansion after their half-day excursion in Nanchang city, Grayson and Sarah found themselves in high spirits as if they have no problems at all. The connection between them had deepened, and curiosity about each other's worlds had grown. The mansion, with its grandeur, was a stark contrast to the bustling streets of the city they had just explored.While they were still taking in the atmosphere, Grayson's phone rang, and he excused himself to answer the call. The conversation that followed left a sense of tension hanging in the air. Sarah couldn't help but overhear parts of it, and it piqued her curiosity even further.Grayson received the call from Chairman Vincent Lee, and his expression turned solemn as he listened to the authoritative voice on the other end of the line. "Bring Sarah back to Shanghai," Chairman Lee's words were firm, and his tone conveyed the weight of his authority.The command was clear and left no room for negotiation. Grayson understood t
The rain pours down relentlessly, adding to the weight of the burden Sarah carries. Her umbrella shielded her from the downpour, but it did little to alleviate the heaviness in her heart. Her lovely Chinese-American features glistened with raindrops, but her tired eyes reflected the weariness of her soul. In one hand, she holds the handle of a large umbrella, trying to shield the stack of boxes she carried on the other. The boxes were filled with various items, from groceries to household supplies. As she trudges on, Sarah felt the weight of the boxes and her responsibilities pulling her down. But she refused to give in to exhaustion, her spirit resilient despite of the heavy weight in her arms. Finally, she reached the ornate gate of the village where the Lui mansion stands tall. Just as she was struggling to open the gate, a guard came to her rescue, holding the enormous iron grill open for her. "Here you go, young lady. Let me help you with those boxes," he offered kindly. Sar
"Hurry!" "Yes! I'm almost done, Mira." "I'll help you, dear. You have to make it fast. Let's run along, at any moment, Huifen is going to burst fire and sulfur if you fail to hand that gown to her in matter of minutes." Mira helps Sarah carry the heavy box of Adelle's elaborate gown. Perspiring, Sarah entered Adelle's grandiose room. This used to be her room when she was a little girl. She had only recently been allowed in again because she painstakenly did the minor dry cleaning of the gown's hem, when she accidentally drop it during one rainy afternoon. Only Adelle's nanny and parents are allowed to go in her cousin's room. Her eyes widened as she look at it's interior. It had changed immensely since she was last here as a six-year old girl. "My dear aunt, here is Adelle's debutante gown," Sarah said as she marveled at the room. Meanwhile, Adelle's nanny was brushing her long hair. Huifen raised an eyebrown, "You better have cleaned it properly, or you'd be in big trouble with m
As they stepped into the Lui mansion, Sarah felt a mix of apprehension and gratitude towards Martin. Her hand was now sewn and covered with bandage. She is so grateful for his inititave to help and genuine concern. She looks at him, touched by his caring nature, and whispered, "Thank you for everything, Martin." Martin smiled warmly, "Don't mention it, Sarah. I'll always be here for you. I was surprised how Adelle treated you. How could Huifen let you wear plain second hand clothes and scrub the floor?" "You have been nice to me, Martin, and I'm grateful for that. But, I'm just an orphan whose adopted mother got bankcrupt. I'm fortunate enough for them to let me have a shelter and food." "What?! Is that what they told you all these years?" Martin got irritated with what he is hearing. "Please, Martin, I beg you." Martin let out a heavy sigh, "We will deal with that when my dad comes home." As they walk into the living room, they were met with a tense atmosphere. Mr. Alfred Lui a
Sarah was descending the stairs when she overheard her aunt's voice, engaged in a conversation with her cousin. There was a hint of annoyance in her aunt's tone. Her cousin's bedroom door was slightly ajar, not properly closed by her aunt Huifen. Perhaps she thought that since it was a Saturday, everyone would be busy downstairs and no one would have the courage to listen to their conversation, as all the household staff were afraid of Huifen's wrath. She recalled what happened the previous night, and it made her cringe. She didn't want to dwell on those thoughts because she couldn't accept that her cousin was capable of such promiscuity. She flinched when someone tapped her shoulder. It was Mira, who, like her, had been eavesdropping. In a hushed tone, Mira asked, "Sarah, I heard some gossip among the maids last night. They said your cousin is involved in a scandal. Is it true?" "Shhh... Keep your voice down, Mira. Aunt Huifen might hear us. We should stop eavesdropping," Sarah repl
Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by the bulky men at the back. She tried to remain composed, focusing on her prayers and trying not to mind their lingering gazes. Her thoughts kept drifting to her bandaged palm, a reminder of the previous day's accident, but she tried to push the pain aside and concentrate on the service. "Am I in a serious trouble?" she asks herself. She looks at her palm with bandage. It still hurts but not so much as compared to yesterday. Glancing sideways, she noticed that the men were still staring at her, observing her every move. Their intense gaze made her uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but wonder why they were so fixated on her. As the church service progresses, the woman and the little girl beside Sarah moved to the front row, leaving her alone with the mysterious man in the dark suit and tinted glasses. Her heart raced as she noticed a ring on his left ring finger that bore a striking resemblance to her Mama Daisy's precious heir
Everyone is busy. And that includes the one who brought pandemonium to her room. Sarah glanced once more at her room. Her meager clothes were all scattered on the floor. Her laptop smashed and her books wrinkled and some were torn into pieces. "My goodness! What happened here?!" The first thing her eyes searched is her photo with her Mama Daisy. She cried, with her hands covering her mouth to stop herself from producing sound for she might cry really loud. Who wouldn't be?! Her hands tremble as she picks the photo with the frame badly destroyed. Her room was totally obliterated. Who could have done such injustice to her? This is supposed to be her home, where she would feel safe and cared for. But now, it was a total opposite. The one who came in her room, is evidently looking for something, which she has no idea. It was really a wise decision she made when she was barely 12 years old to let Mira keep all the photo albums, jewelries and memorabilia her Mama Daisy left her. Add