"Who's screwing who?" An amused voice spoke from the foyer.
Lina turned at the familiar sound and her eyes lit up. Instantly, she grinned and dashed to help him with his luggage, even though the butlers were already on it.
"Grandfather!" Lina greeted, eager to see him so early in the morning, as it had been months since they'd last met.
Lately, her grandfather, Lawrence Yang, had been vacationing all over the world after retiring from his position as Chairman of Yang Enterprise. He was accompanied by his secretary, who rarely said anything unless spoken to.
Sometimes, Lina forgot the secretary was even in the room, but his presence was always there. One could never ignore pupils the color of blood, marking them creatures of the night—Vampires.
"There's my least favorite granddaughter," Lawrence chortled, waving her over and reaching for a bag resting on one of his suitcases.
