11 What Took You So Long

Enzo, noticing her reaction, snapped his fingers to get her attention. “I had these set up for you earlier,” he explained, gesturing towards the closet while keeping an eye on her at the same time. With how stubborn she was, she might just try to run again.

“Hurry up and get changed. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and left the room, leaving Adeline standing in the middle of the closet.

She walked over to the neatly arranged rows of clothing, running her fingers over the fabrics. Everything was soft, luxurious, and clearly expensive. For a moment, she felt like she was in a dream—or maybe a nightmare.

It's not that she wasn't used to things like these. Her father was quite rich too and often spoiled her. But this was beyond rich. The guest room alone, minus the closet, looked better than her room back in the Crimson Pack.

She picked out a simple outfit: a black long-sleeve turtleneck top and comfortable blue jeans, along with a pair o