Lily trotted all the way downstairs and rushed into the washroom. Sure enough, the rich people were different. There were five washrooms in total.
She washed her face and rinsed her mouth as soon as possible. She checked the time. She was sure to be late today, but she wouldn't be too late.
She raised her head and looked upstairs, but didn't see the man. What was he doing? It seemed that he didn't want to drive her to work.
She shook her head helplessly. Sure enough, men were unreliable. At the critical moment, she still had to rely on her two legs.
She opened the door and rushed out of the villa. Looking at the woods in front, she suddenly stopped.
Although the sun was shining and the trees were mottled, it was dangerous.
Why did he build the house in the woods on the mountain? There must be something wrong with his brain!
She couldn't help cursing in her heart.
She turned around and looked at the big villa behind her, but she still ran downstairs.
In front of the French window on the second floor of the villa not far away, the man stood quietly in the sunshine. His angular chin, straight nose, and delicate features were more three-dimensional in the sunshine. Looking at the woman who gradually disappeared in his sight, he showed a cold face.
"Mr. Jack, aren't you going to have a look?"
A man stood behind him, bowing his head respectfully.
"Hmm."
Jack replied coldly.
The man still wanted to say something, but when he saw the cold eyes of Jack, he finally stopped.
Lily walked in the woods. There were some unknown birds flying by her side from time to time. She was timid. At this moment, she wanted to go back and ask Jack to send her to the hospital.
She turned around and found that she was far from the villa. She shook her head helplessly and walked forward, gritting her teeth.
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