Milan, Italy.
Stars watched the slim figure on a path.
Greta was walking toward the suburbs with an absent stare.
She had just gone through the most confusing night in her life.
Her slender shadow stretched out in front of her.
Just half an hour ago, she had been released from detention in Milan.
It was the man she always hated, Dylan Sterling, who sent someone to free her.
Just now, he told her on the phone that it wasn't him who killed her father.
The Sterlings never harmed her parents.
It was completely different from what she had known.
Everything was mixed up in her mind, and she had no idea what was true.
Did her revenge make a complete mistake?
She didn't know how long she had walked, and it was almost dawn when the familiar outline of the manor house appeared in front of her.
It was her secret residence in Milan.
"Who is it? Stop!" The doorman shone the flashlight on her.
