The night was young and the wind was howling and breezy cold around the Parallel city. But despite this weather, Hassiba who was tremendously shaking was wobbly walking on the snowy path carefully holding a huge heavy box, heading to the biggest clothing company building—the Valensky Line.“Hassi! What's wrong with you? I told you to deliver these fabrics tomorrow!” Hassiba smiled while looking at the man who rudely called her out.“Shemil, sorry. But I don't want you to get scolded again just because of my team's negligence.” She apologetically smiled while giving the box to the man.“It’s not your fault or your team's fault. It was because of the higher up. They're unbelievably unbelievable! Making us do witchcraft just to immediately tend to their needs!”“Hush! Anyone could hear you . . .” she whispered, trying to hold her laugh. Shemil was dear to her. Even though Shemil belongs to a higher beta society, she was still kindly and gently treated by him. Even considering their relat

Staring at the butler who was now preparing tea, Hassiba, who was anxiously waiting on the couch couldn't stop fiddling with her hands and feet. Hassiba’s heart was beating at a speed where it could compete in horse racing. Everything was so sudden that she didn't even know how to react. Because Hassiba knows that she can never turn down the royal family's request—command. Whether it is beneficial for her or not, the fact that she can never oppose it is giving her an unlimited headache. The only thing that soothes her is the expensive things around her.It has been a day since Hassiba made up her mind and decided to face her situation firmly. ‘You should act naturally. Do not let them think that you are terrified and could melt anytime . . .’ Trying to convince herself and mask her cowardly stone face. She also mumbled some things that only Yahweh knows nobody can understand but her. Her mind was also calculating how much she would earn if she could just sell one of the items in the pl