Bianca bit her lip, wondering why she kept running into such odd situations. The last time, Cherish’s general agent had said the same thing in the mall.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out,” the man said, adjusting the cuffs of his elegant suit.

Still feeling puzzled, Bianca followed him outside.

Bianca began raising her hand to hail a taxi at the roadside, but the man stopped her. “Actually, I just finished work. Where are you headed? I can give you a ride.”

Bianca looked at him warily. His hospitality felt a bit too eager.

She knew how things worked—if a man suddenly went out of his way to help her,...