The villa where Lory lived was occupied by only the two of them. No servants were filling the halls, no butlers standing at attention, no housekeepers invading their private space.
Honestly, Lory had always disliked strangers within her living space. Now more than ever, she carries far too many secrets, and with enemy threats lurking like shadows, ready to strike at any given moment, her aversion has only deepened.
Though she could have stationed her own people around her, habit and instinct urged her to handle everything herself, to keep every variable firmly under her control. In the end, she felt most at ease preserving her private space for only herself and Zhao Li Xin, where control was certain, and risk could be minimized.
When the doorbell rang, Lory didn't head for the door immediately. Instead, she turned toward the security monitor on her tablet to check the guest. Soon after, the live feed flickered to life, and her eyes narrowed with vigilance.
