On the other side of town, at the grand For·ena Villa.
Serena's eyelids fluttered open, and the maid, Dora, immediately exclaimed with joy, "Serena, you're awake? I'll go inform the master right away!"
Serena's vision wavered between blurry and clear.
An intricately carved ceiling, an opulent crystal chandelier, and ornate, luxurious draperies.
She found herself in a bedroom that exuded luxury and grandeur.
But how did she end up here? Where was this place?
"Serena, are you feeling better now?" asked a face that appeared before her, youthful and delicate.
"My name is Dora. Mr. Cooper asked me to take care of you," she explained, perhaps sensing Serena's confusion about who 'the master' was. She added with emphasis, "It's Mr. Cooper, Martin Cooper."
Martin Cooper?.
A torrent of memories flooded Serena's mind.
