No matter what, Eve would never agree to work for Lucas, let alone become his personal assistant.

She had to escape from here as soon as possible and return to her home country.

Eve almost freaked out during the short trip to her room. Her eyes darted around, scanning every direction for an escape route. But as far as her eyes could see, there was only an expanse of grassy meadows, a river, and forests—no roads or cities in sight.

It was as if Rosthill was a secluded island separated from Servaxia, with Lucas as its only inhabitant.

“Isn’t there a town nearby?” Eve asked the maid escorting her to...