Tilly Flower thought of the troublesome things Sophia Phoenix had done recently, and a fire burned within her.
In the expansive backseat of the Maybach, she sat alone. Sophia's personal assistant was driving, expressionless and silent, as if he were escorting a prisoner.
Isn't she a prisoner?
What personal freedom does she have now?
She can't even decide who to be with, who to marry—those decisions are no longer hers to make.
*
The black Maybach silently stopped at the door of Sophia's villa in London.
Tilly Flower opened the car door, got out, and walked into the hall with her bag.
Sophia wasn't in the hall. The butler, who managed the household affairs, saw her, paused in surprise, then gently said, "Young Master Phoenix is already upstairs in the bedroom. Would you like to eat something? The chef has made lotus seed soup for you, as instructed by Young Master."
As he spoke, Tilly had already hurriedly gone upstairs.
