Stepping back onto familiar soil, even though I had no fond memories of this place, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia. At the airport exit stood a familiar figure—Bradley.

A shiver ran down my spine. It seemed he had been monitoring my movements even while I was abroad. But now, I was no longer afraid of him. I approached him calmly, pushing my luggage.

Bradley, spotting me, raised an eyebrow in surprise. His tone remained as smooth as ever:

“Lyn, it’s been a while. You seem to have grown bolder.”

I remained indifferent, barely glancing at him, and replied coolly:

“You must be mistaken. I’m Alyssa now....