Chapter 5

No, I couldn't just sit and wait.

I packed my documents, planning to escape from home. Looking down from the second floor, I saw bodyguards on patrol everywhere.

My sister was leisurely eating watermelon and teasing them: "Are you all here to guard that sickly thing? Makes sense—she's the Morrison family heir, precious as gold."

After her taunts, the bodyguards wouldn't engage with her. I couldn't find any opening.

I opened my bedroom door to check the situation when Dad suddenly appeared from outside, right in front of me.

"Claudia, where are you going this late?"

His voice was deep, making my heart tighten.

"Nowhere, just getting some fresh air."

His lips curved slightly in a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"You can get fresh air on your room's balcony just as well."

With no other options, I retreated back inside and reopened the post I'd made earlier to continue editing.

"I'm Claudia of the Morrison family. My parents have imprisoned me and seem to have sinister intentions. Tomorrow I'll livestream everything. If the situation looks wrong, please help me call the police!"

I paid to boost the post. Comments immediately started refreshing.

"Claudia? The Claudia who was designated heir at just 100 days old? Your parents treat you so well—what could possibly happen? Stop wasting our time."

I ignored the sarcastic comments and kept scrolling.

"If you think you're in danger, why not call the police now?"

I quickly replied: "It won't work. I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Even if I report it now, they won't admit anything."

The wealthy family secrets attracted many onlookers.

Most came to watch the drama, hoping the livestream would proceed.

"Girl, don't worry. We've got your back."

After posting, I attached an inconspicuous camera to the skin on my wrist.

I connected remote AI glasses to my phone's livestream screen.

To prevent being drugged unconscious again, I got fully dressed at midnight and started the livestream.

Recording video on a phone could be destroyed, but people appearing in a livestream would be recorded for real.

With so many witnesses, all criminal activity would have nowhere to hide.

This time, I would find out who had reserved me as a groomed companion!

Right after finishing these preparations, I grew drowsy and fell asleep again.

When I woke, I was bound hand and foot in an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by three masked men in black.

Among a flood of "Holy shit, something really happened, already called police" comments, I found the anonymous user's comment.

"Girl, this is a hero-saves-beauty setup. The kidnapping isn't the goal—watch out for whoever comes to rescue you."

"He'll use his position as your savior to make you repay him. In the eyes of the world, he'll successfully turn you into a mistress who's willing to throw herself at him."

My breathing quickened with the content of this comment.

Listening to my drumming heartbeat, I waited quietly for that person to arrive.

The kidnapper took a phone call, then raised his club to swing at my head.

At the critical moment, the door burst open and a familiar face appeared.

The person who had reserved me for eighteen years, who'd treated me like a commodity—it was actually him!