"Lady Everly, we have arrived."
"Nyaah...?"
Everly, who had apparently used the car ride as an unofficial nap pod, blinked awake.
She wiped a trail of drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and let out a jaw-cracking yawn that could rival a lion's. The journey to the hotel had been a minor war in itself.
Just an hour ago, her departure had been a covert operation worthy of a spy film. Nathan, freshly liberated from what the family had dubbed 'Grandpa Zhou's Imprisonment'—a.k.a. a very stern, weeks-long grounding—had decided to play gatekeeper.
His grand plan? Hoard the family cars like a dragon guarding its gold, specifically to prevent Everly from using one. It was a petty, transparent attempt to ground her without actually saying the words.
