Chapter 5

The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of people talking. I sat up in bed, rubbing my aching waist. Hanson was already gone. I stood by the window, looking down at a row of Rolls Royces parked outside. Finally! Finally! The day has come!

Suddenly, my waist didn’t hurt anymore, my legs weren’t sore, and I could climb five flights of stairs in one go. I didn’t even bother putting on shoes as I dashed downstairs.

I saw Hanson, now dressed in a well-fitted black suit, his black-framed glasses replaced with gold-rimmed ones, and a diamond-studded Rolex on his wrist. A crowd had gathered around the entrance, watching the spectacle.

Several bodyguards approached Hanson, bowing respectfully.

Finally, they’re here. You’re finally here.

Tears of excitement welled up in my eyes, but I held them back and pretended to be scared, "Who are you? Where are you taking my boyfriend?"

A man dressed as a secretary pulled my arm away from Hanson.

"Miss Nancy Faye, please behave yourself. This is Mr. Hanson Gabe, the heir to the Gabe Corporation. To thank you for taking care of Mr. Gabe over the past year, here is a check. You can fill in the amount as a small token of the Gabe Corporation's gratitude."

This voice—it was the same person I heard talking with Hanson late at night.

My lips trembled, and tears streamed down my face. I looked like a pitiful wife being abandoned by her husband. My hand reached out to Hanson again, "Hanson, are you… are you leaving me?"