Hutton lay on the plush bed, his body still aching from the battle but his mind sharp as ever. Bandages wrapped around his torso, reminding him of his injuries. Despite the soothing atmosphere of the room, his instincts told him this place was far from ordinary. Turning his head slightly toward the others, he asked, "Where exactly are we? This place… it doesn't feel like just any house."
Ling Fei, who had been seated by the window sipping tea, set her cup down and gave him a calm smile. "This is one of my family's penthouses," she said nonchalantly. "I took the liberty of requesting permission from my old man to use it. So don't worry about it—you're safe here."
Hutton's eyes widened slightly at her casual tone. The opulence of the room and the luxurious feel of the bed now made perfect sense. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, his phone suddenly vibrated on the bedside table.
