The next day, sunlight stread into the room through the heavy curtains.
In bed, Nina Sinclair turned over, opened her eyes, and after a mont of confusion, all her mories flooded back into her mind.
Last night, Vincent Lancaster and Sierra Sinclair ca to cause a scene, Julian Lancaster showed up just in ti, and then she went back to Royal Vista Estates with him.
Later, they even slept together...
There was no one beside her; Julian had likely gone to work before she had woken up.
Yesterday was Elysian’s new product launch. The company had already decided to give a three-day holiday after the launch to reward all the staff who had been busy with the event.
So today, Nina Sinclair didn’t need to go to work at Zenith.
Julian probably knew this too, which is why he didn’t wake her up in the morning.
When Nina picked up her phone, she saw a ssage from Julian saying: Breakfast is on the table.
She didn’t expect that this man would thoughtfully buy her breakfast before heading to work.
Nina curled her lips slightly and got up to wash up and change clothes.
After breakfast, Nina went out.
The awkward feelings from last night with Julian were still fresh in her mind. She needed to quickly investigate the matters at Goldenleaf Manor, at least find out who had slept with her. That way, she wouldn’t be clueless when confronting Julian.
Nina took a taxi to Goldenleaf Manor.
Just like last ti, there were many respectable celebrities coming and going; the place was quite complex. Nina found the manor’s manager and told him she wanted to et their boss.
Last ti she visited, she wasn’t able to et the person in charge—only the reception head—and he knew nothing, so Nina left without any results.
She had also researched the shareholders of the manor online, but found no information. Such thorough erasure of all traces wasn’t the work of an ordinary person.
The owner of Goldenleaf Manor was even more mysterious.
Fortunately, this ti she t the manor’s manager.
Upon hearing Nina’s request, he looked at her with a troubled expression.
Then, he politely said, "Miss, I’m very sorry, our boss is usually not at the manor and only occasionally cos by. And without an appointnt, our boss doesn’t et strangers casually."
Nina furrowed her brows and continued to ask, "So who is your boss?"
"Our boss’s identity is not sothing I can disclose to you."
The manager of Goldenleaf Manor spoke flawlessly, and Nina couldn’t get any useful information, leaving her a bit frustrated.
Everything was unknown.
All she knew was that she had lost herself to the manor’s owner, and as for who he was, not a hint of his na was revealed.
Nina’s eyes flashed, and she suddenly asked, "Is your boss’s surna Lu?"
The manager froze for a mont, seemingly surprised that Nina knew who their boss was, yet was still asking him.
However, he quickly returned to normal.
By the ti Nina looked closely, his expression was just as it had been before. "Miss, I cannot divulge any information about our boss. My apologies."
Earlier, Nina clearly saw his montary pause—could she have guessed right?
Could it be that the owner of Goldenleaf Manor was actually that bastard Vincent Lancaster?
Thinking that she’d been bitten by a dog and couldn’t even bite back, Nina felt both disgusted and stifled, letting out a heavy sigh, then said, "Thank you."
With that, she turned and left.
At the door, a female voice suddenly sounded beside her: "Nina Sinclair?"
Hearing the voice, Nina ca back to her senses. She looked up in the direction of the voice and saw soone familiar.
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