Agatha’s POV

Midnight.

Wearing only a bathrobe, I looked at my phone and saw nothing. It’s already midnight and I knew I had to go back to Lanceil’s condo. But because I got drenched in the rain, I followed Brett to his hotel and had my clothes washed.

While waiting for it to dry, I stayed in an expensive hotel room with a furnished terrace and glass window where I could see the city that never sleeps.

I know that Mr. Brett is rich enough to spend $5 million just to buy me as his slave. But now, I am more convinced that he is damn rich.

‘A room like...