The sanatorium was in the middle of nowhere, and only one mountain road back to the city. Sherry's feet were injured, and she had only walked halfway for several hours.

Just when she was about to hold on.

The phone buzzed and vibrated.

It's a message from Alger.

"Tomorrow morning, at seven o'clock, there will be a business meeting, and you have been named to attend; formal dress is required."

Sherry looked at the screen of her phone and bit the corner of her lip to death.

Is this Aaron's way of torturing her again?

It wasn't enough to make a fool of her in front of a bunch of...