Alla's eyes fluttered open, her gaze falling upon an unfamiliar room. Gradually, realization dawned on her — she had fallen asleep in Keyon's presidential suite. Frantically, she raised a hand to her chest, sighing in relief upon finding no traces of a kick. It had been so long, yet she still harbored a fear of Keyon's potential violence — a lingering trauma that clung persistently.
It was no wonder she was afraid. After the incident when she was kicked and left for dead by the roadside, it was only by the grace of a passing stranger that she lived to tell the tale. She still found it hard to comprehend how Ricky, who had once treated her so kindly, could have had the heart to attempt to take her life.
