Eventually, Katrina came downstairs, surrounded by people she knew from her childhood, but they lacked the warmth she needed at that moment.
She walked up to Jack, who was still leaning against the tree. Jack, a foreinger who came from abroad, was her patron, or you could say her master; she was nothing to him; he had so much money that she couldn't even fathom it, yet he was there, standing outside.
Going in front of Jack, she wanted to hug him tightly and cry her eyes out, but she hesitated; Jack was out of her league, and she couldn't just hug him in front of everyone present.
Katrina just held back. Jack, on the other hand, was not thinking that much; he considered Katrina his woman from the day he took her unconscious body to the room next to his in the suite.
Katrina simply bowed to Jack and had an asmile that looked painful for some reason. Jack grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into his embrace.
