After Five Years of Flattery, Back to Being a Rich Young Master

In the bustling pub, Madeline Whitman basked in the center of attention.

Her wine glass was swirling elegantly as she shot me a contemptuous glance.

"William, you're so hideous."

I remained silent, pulling the hood of my costume over my head.

I had just sealed a deal when her message arrived tonight.

For five long years, I had shadowed Madeline, nurturing my own strength in the shadows.

I had been her lapdog, but all that was about to change.