Wyvern Bay Villa.
Her agent, Anne Lowell, watched the clock tick past midnight. Summer Sutton still hadn't returned. Anxiously, she paced back and forth in the living room.
In the dead of night, the villa's front door finally swung open. Summer Sutton walked in, her expression impassive, a bone-deep chill clinging to her.
"Why are you back so late?" Anne Lowell asked, handing her a cup of hot water. "The bodyguards at the villa were all suddenly pulled. I thought something had happened to you. You weren't answering your phone—I almost called the police."
"I suddenly missed my mom, so I went to her grave and sat for a while," Summer Sutton replied before grabbing her clothes and heading to the bathroom.
Seeing that she was unharmed, Anne Lowell didn't press further and went upstairs to get some sleep.
"Anne," Summer Sutton said suddenly, turning around just as she was about to step into the bathroom.
