Maya had just finished her work. She took a last glance at the livestock before her and jotted down the final details.

"Miss Maya," one of the workers called, and Maya looked back. "You have some visitors."

"Oh, I'll be there soon," Maya smiled and removed her gloves.

She stepped outside and found a group of men. They were all dressed in black suits.

Maya felt a sense of foreboding but decided to stand her ground.

"Hello, Miss Maya Wallington—" the one who seemed to be their leader stepped forward and spoke.

"Just Maya, and I'm not a Wallington," Maya said coldly. These men were from her father. How in...