The morning breeze blew the leaves of the sidewalk as Blake walked to the bus stop.

The moment he sat down on the bench, three black Limousines drove towards the bus stop and stopped in front of him.

Then Mr. Orlando got out of one of the first cars and approached him.

“You are Blake, right?” He asked, sitting down on the bench.

“Yes, is there a problem? Did I offend Mr. Ford?” Blake mumbled, hugging his bag tightly.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because there are rumors that say, ‘if Mr. Orlando visits you then you are in trouble with Mr. Ford.”

“Well, that's true. But I am not here because of my master.”

“Huh?”

The color drained from his face as he stared wide-eyed at Mr. Orlando and saw that he had a smirk on his lips.

“My young master wants a word with you.” Mr. Orlando said, with a straight face.

“Who? Mr. Ford has a son?” Blake asked, sounding more afraid than shocked.

“Yes. This meeting would have taken a whole other route if my young master didn't order me not to leave a scar on you. So can you get into the car on your own?”

“But I don't even know Mr. Ford's son, how did I offend him?”

“I don't know. Are you going to get in the car or not?”

After a slight moment of hesitation, Blake stood to his feet, walked over to the limousine, and got in the back seat.

choice.” Mr. Orlando mumbled, standing from

the front seat of the

took out his

and as she laid in bed, wild awake, Rome's phone ringtone echoed

she got down from the bed and walked over to where he was sleeping on an air

peaceful resting face before gazing

wondered who's calling?” Catherine whispered, reaching for

a hold of it, Rome suddenly raised his eyelids, and she paused, staring into his eyes with an awkward smile on her

are you doing?” He

phone is ringing,” Catherine mumbled,

yawn escaped Rome's lips as he sat up and did a little stretch. Then his head shifted in her direction, and

Rome said, staring at Catherine's curious

him, young master.” Mr. Orlando’s

“Location,”

Warehouse

will be there

the call, he beamed at Catherine, scratching the

work today. I applied for a part-time

give you not sufficient?”

to make a name for myself, so I can be the

“Fine, you can go.”

her expression, she was moved

o'clock, Rome arrived at the warehouse and walked

moment Blake saw him, he furrowed

who offended Mr. Ford's son, and

expression and said, “I'm not close to Lady Catherine! In fact, the only reason I work for her is that

useless! Are you counting death!” Mr. Orlando shouted, balling

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