still in that cold bridal chamber. The first sensation wasn't the comfort of the luxurious be

Clara stepped out into the corridor. This time, she heard movement. A middle-aged woman in a

er voice even, devoid of emotion. "

...?" Cl

in the Goldsmiths mansion," she replied, inclining

other servants, all in black uniforms, moving silently, barely making a sound. They bowed as Clar

ara sat down. Butler Reid and a few servants stood rigidly to one side, ready to serve. The br

ere are a few rules within the Goldsmiths family that Mr.

ara raised

y to them." Butler Reid listed them clear

ds without Mr. Jonathan Goldsmiths' permissio

ding members of your original family, mu

align with the general routine of the Goldsmiths fa

onathan Goldsmiths' private areas or areas

ng the staff and managing expenditures within the allocated limit. However, all

of the Goldsmiths family. All actions

under no circumstances are you to draw any unwarranted attent

terrifyingly strict, cutting off nearly all her contact with the outside world, including her own family

ra ventured to ask, feeling it was strange she

ldsmiths... are no longer here," she said, her voice remaining even, but holding a deeper

ncealing something. The young master of a powerful family like the Goldsmiths, living

simply bowed again. "My task is complete. If M

as cold from the secrets and suffocating control. She didn't know what Jonathan Goldsmiths looked like or what his personality was truly lik

before. She didn't just have to face a ruthless magnate; she had to survive w

nd. 100 billion USD. Freedom. She had no other choice. She had to survive, she had to le

ra felt the strong undercurrents flowing beneath its