“No, thank you. I’m doing fine.” Gianna seemed to think I had misunderstood her. She wasn’t offering money but asking if I’d be in trouble if found.
I thought the Turner family had long given up on me.
A few days later, the young ladies returned to Evolle City, and I remained unbothered. I was completely at ease.
The ski resort owner didn’t care about status or background.
He seemed to think I had offended some rich kids and made things difficult for me daily.
One day, the boss announced that a big shot from Evolle City had booked the entire resort for the next day, so it would be temporarily closed.
I felt a bit uneasy and quickly took leave from the owner, deciding to hide at home.
When I woke up in the morning, I had a foreboding feeling, and my intuition to pack up and stay in the town for a few days grew stronger.
Before I could finish packing, the boss called, asking me to come back and deal with a guest.
I thought, "If it’s a blessing, it’s not a curse; if it’s a curse, it can’t be avoided." So I went.
At the hotel, the boss hurried me to a suite. Seeing the bodyguards at the door, I felt like crying.
I pretended to turn casually, but before I could start running, I was grabbed and taken into the suite.
Seeing my teary expression, the boss thought I had made a mistake and was about to disassociate himself from me but was dragged out before he could speak.
The person across from me turned around.
I hadn’t seen her in two years, and she was still as beautiful as ever.
She exuded an aura of unapproachability, silent and clearly unhappy.
Her face, which rarely smiled, was cold at that moment.
I shivered as I greeted her, “Hello, Miss Turner.”
