Half a day ago, Emily Parker had just dropped little Aaron Yardley off at kindergarten, then turned and rode her motorcycle towards the old town; she needed to finalize sothing that had been on hold for quite so ti.
In the years since leaving Zylos, everything had changed.
The small clinic that held mories for Emily and her mother, which used to stand at the gate of City First Middle School, had long been demolished.
At that ti, Senior Sister Long was busy preparing for her doctoral entrance exams and couldn’t manage the aftermath. She just received a sum from the demolition compensation, which she deposited into Emily’s account.
Now that Emily’s back, and Senior Sister Long is about to graduate, the two hit it off and wanted to reopen the clinic, fulfilling their mother’s old wish. However, the location wasn’t decided yet.
Senior Sister Long had to rush her graduation thesis, so the task of choosing the location naturally fell on Emily’s shoulders.
She flipped open her notebook, where the first potential address was listed: Grandview Tower in the city center.
It wasn’t far from little Aaron’s kindergarten, so it made sense to head there on her way.
Parking the motorcycle in the underground garage, Emily had just pulled out the key when her peripheral vision caught a familiar figure.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively took out a mask from her bag and put it on, quietly moving behind a nearby pillar.
It was Maria Carter!
With a phone pressed to her ear, Maria Carter’s voice carried a hint of urgency: "Don’t cry, tell which floor you’re on, I’m on my way."
She wore a sharply tailored business suit and skirt, her long hair tied back in a low bun, completely capturing the look of a tropolitan woman. After parking, she rushed towards the elevator.
Emily watched from a few steps away, her feelings a mix of emotions.
They hadn’t seen each other for over four years. Maria must have graduated by now. Not long ago, Evelyn Hanson had ntioned in passing that instead of getting a job after graduation, she had started her own studio.
Emily had always liked her lively and straightforward sister, but their mother’s death was an invisible wall that rudely separated her from the Carter Family, a chasm that could not be bridged.
It wasn’t until the elevator doors closed, fully obscuring Maria Carter’s figure, that Emily stepped out from behind the pillar, pressed her forehead, and turned towards the sixteenth floor.
For now, sorting out the clinic’s location was more important.
Emily had just stepped into the elevator, her finger not yet reaching the button for the 19th floor when the elevator doors slid open again with a "ding," and two won walked in.
The woman looked like an assistant, carrying several pairs of shoes, her expression full of arrogance. She glanced at Emily and spoke in a commanding tone: "16th floor."
When Emily didn’t move, she imdiately frowned fiercely, her tone more aggressive: "Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear ?"
Emily’s finger paused in mid-air, her masked face not showing the slightest change, her eyelids not even twitching—this kind of assistant who was contemptuous by virtue of her master’s status often made her master seem even more lacking in character.
Off to the side of the assistant, Emily noticed out of the corner of her eye, stood Alia Willow, in a gown encrusted with small diamonds, her face heavily made-up, with delicately curled hair ends, evidently here at Grandview Tower for a promotional shoot.
However, the arrogance between her brows was identical to the rudeness of the assistant beside her, truly a case of "birds of a feather flock together."
Alia Willow didn’t recognize Emily, who was wearing a mask. With her fingers, she held a small makeup mirror, repeatedly adjusting the strands of hair at her temples, not sparing a glance for anyone else in the elevator.
Since becoming a sowhat fad celebrity, Alia Willow was flattered and catered to wherever she went. She had beco accustod to the world revolving around her, only having room in her eyes for her appearance and presence, not noticing any masked stranger.
The assistant angrily pressed the elevator button.
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