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Chapter 10: Lunch?

作者: Avvi Keller
last update 最終更新日: 2024-06-14 14:08:39

As lunchtime approached, I happily packed the food I had lovingly prepared into a lunchbox. Today is a special day.

Susan stands beside me, “I think you should just ask Marlon to send it, Miss Anastasia”

I shook my head, "It's been a long time since I've done it myself. And I am sure Marlon must be too tired and sick of delivering lunch for Regan. It is his day off today."

But Susan still looked concerned for some reason. “Why? Is there something wrong?”

“No, nothing, Miss”

I nodded and carried the lunch bag. “I should get going.”

“Take care on your way, Miss”

I walked out of our house, my house clicking on the garage. I don’t ask for drivers. For me, it was nicer to drive on your own. I entered my Red Mercedes-Benz and sped off the Dynastar Enterprises. It is a billion-multinational company owned by Regan.

As I parked my car, I looked at the towering building in front of me. Then I walked inside. The guards greeted me with a polite nod, but I couldn't help but notice the unease that
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