“No, that’s not what happened,” Lyla instinctively defended herself. “I threw the coffee away before I left.”“Wait…” She suddenly realized something was off and looked at Jessica suspiciously. “How did you know my USB drive was ruined?”Jessica’s face showed no signs of unease; instead, her smile grew bolder and more arrogant. She didn’t answer Lyla, merely watching her with a gleeful expression, savoring her helplessness and despair.A chill spread down Lyla’s spine. “It was you?!” she asked in disbelief. “Why would you do this?”“Why?” Jessica echoed with a cold laugh. “I should be asking, why you?”“Why me? What do you mean, why me?” Lyla was utterly confused.“Why did Dr. Cole give such an important project to you?” Jessica growled, her expression twisting with jealousy. “I’ve been here longer! Why didn’t he pick me?”She paused, her voice lowering to a bitter snarl. “And the Shadow Master... why do you get to date him while he rejected me?!”Lyla was stunned. The once-friendly f
She pulled out her phone and opened the website she hadn’t visited in a while, typing a quick message to Shadow Master: Are you there? I need your help.The familiar profile picture was grayed out, and there was no “typing” indicator at the top of the chat window. The lab was eerily quiet, much like her phone, with only the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears. Should she apologize first? Or get straight to the point about her problem? Maybe she should even ask what he did to Jessica to make her so vengeful?Countless thoughts raced through Lyla’s mind, each one dismissed as quickly as it came. She sat there for what felt like an eternity, staring at the screen. Just as she was about to give up and think about other solutions, her phone buzzed. A message from Shadow Master appeared in the chat: How dare you contact me?It was just like him—arrogant and overbearing. Yet despite the coldness of the message, Lyla felt an overwhelming sense of relief, as if she had found her lif
"My God," Lyla exclaimed with a burst of excitement.Even she didn’t quite understand what she was so happy about. It was as if Shadow Master hadn’t just spoken to her in that commanding tone, but rather, had called her gently. The sudden appearance of the silver-gray sports car felt like a beacon of light, illuminating hope for Lyla, who had been surrounded by darkness.She stuffed the USB into her bag and grabbed her laptop, racing downstairs as fast as she could.Carlo was already seated in the driver’s seat, and without a second thought, Lyla jumped into the passenger seat, as if lingering for even a second longer would cause the magical car to vanish, turning back into a pumpkin.“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly.Her voice was drowned out by the roar of the engine, and Carlo didn’t answer. He slammed on the gas, speeding away.It was midnight, and the roads were nearly empty, giving the car the freedom to race at breakneck speed. Lyla had never ridden in a car that fa
Shadow Master was in a room at the end of the hallway. When Lyla entered, she saw him sitting at a workbench, three computer monitors in front of him, along with some tools. Her laptop and USB drive lay there, disassembled.Carlo turned around and said casually, "The water damage is too severe. It’s not going to be fixed anytime soon. Sorry, can’t help."Lyla nodded calmly, already mentally prepared for this outcome. "That’s okay, I appreciate your help anyway." She stood by the door, looking a little lost, unsure of what to do next.If it had been her own fault, she would have owned up to it, facing the consequences with optimism. But in this case, she felt nothing but frustration and injustice. Lyla always prided herself on being strong, but now, the emotions she had been holding back were surfacing, and tears began to well in her eyes.Carlo drummed his fingers on the desk, his expression growing more serious. “I don’t see this as a bad thing. The harsher the punishment, the deeper
Lyla lowered her head and mumbled, her voice barely a whisper, “Let me go first.”Carlo sighed, releasing his hold and pulling Lyla up from the desk. “Do you need coffee and snacks before you’re ready to talk?”Lyla knew he was joking again, but she didn’t dare retort. Instead, she massaged her wrist and took a few steps back, putting some distance between herself and the dangerous man in front of her. She didn’t feel safe until her back was pressed against the doorframe. Only then did she start recounting everything that had happened that night.Carlo leaned casually against the desk, resting his left hand under his right elbow, his right fingers thoughtfully stroking his chin as he listened closely.“Wait, who is Jessica?” Carlo frowned, trying to recall anything about a person named Jessica.“What? You don’t remember?” Lyla was shocked. The man who drove Jessica into hysterics, who manipulated her into framing a labmate, couldn’t even remember who she was? “Jessica! The labmate I
Lyla woke up groggily and looked around, confirming she was alone in the bed. She quickly lifted the blanket to check and found that she was still in her clothes from the previous night, finally allowing herself to relax a bit.The king-sized bed was incredibly comfortable. If it weren’t for the important meeting she had this morning, and if this wasn’t Shadow Master’s home, she would have loved to sleep here for 24 hours straight. But at the moment, she felt a little embarrassed—she had asked for his help, yet ended up sleeping soundly in his bedroom.She quickly got up, hurried through the living room, and ran to the studio where she had been the night before.Shadow Master was asleep on the couch, with the three monitors on his desk still glowing. One of them displayed Lyla’s cloud account, showing that all of her lost data had been fully recovered.Lyla could hardly believe her eyes. She pulled out her phone to log in, and sure enough, everything had been restored, just as it was
Hudson swore he had never been in such an awkward situation in his entire life.He lived one floor below Carlo Ferretti and came over every morning at the same time to help manage his daily affairs. Naturally, he wouldn’t disturb his master so early by going straight to his bedroom. Instead, he headed to the studio, the only other place that required daily cleaning.As he pushed the door open, he saw a girl lying on top of his master, and they seemed to be kissing. Carlo had never brought a girl to this penthouse before, so this was a scene Hudson had not expected in the slightest.Thankfully, his quick instincts kicked in. He immediately took two steps back, trying to close the door quietly, but the girl on top of Carlo must have heard something. She turned around, startled like a frightened bunny. Hudson got a good look at her face and realized it was the same girl Carlo had taken to the hotel a few weeks ago!Lyla’s face was flushed with embarrassment, as red as a tomato. From the
Lyla returned to her dorm and slept soundly. When she woke up, it was already afternoon. She plugged in her phone, and as it powered on, she noticed two or three missed calls, all from the same unknown number.Thinking it might be important, she called back, and the person on the other end answered quickly."Not answering my calls? I thought that crazy woman might've killed you in the lab," came the all-too-familiar mocking tone. There was no doubt—it was Carlo.Despite the teasing, his words carried a hint of concern. A warm feeling spread through Lyla’s chest. She replied awkwardly, “I... I was too exhausted and fell asleep.”“Your stuff’s fixed. When are you picking them up?” His tone was casual, as if both of them were purposefully avoiding the awkward kiss from earlier that morning.Lyla glanced at the time. It was already 4 PM. Even if she got up, washed, ate, and took the subway to his place, it would be nighttime by the time she arrived. Just thinking about last night made her