Vivian Morgan had no idea that from the moment she went upstairs, she was standing by the window, like a wolf in the dark, secretly observing everything downstairs.
That man with glasses, was he her father?
She looked up at the sky, unafraid that he might receive retribution.
To think he arranged such a father for her.
The surroundings returned to silence. She turned around and entered the bathroom, taking off the set of incredibly smelly clothes on her body.
Luckily, the original owner's memory remained. Otherwise, she wouldn't even know how to use this thing called a water heater.
The water flowed gently, washing over her flawless jade-like skin. Her long hair, as dark as ink, draped down to her slender waist, the steam shielding her face.
Vivian Morgan wiped her face with her hand, revealing a porcelain-white, flawless face, a seductive fox-like beauty.
