After hiding for a few days, I realized no one was looking for me.

Feeling relieved, I went to a nearby city to find a job.

I learned a lot in the Turner family because Yorick was happy to teach me various skills.

I could play golf, ski, race cars, and even drive a speedboat.

But these skills were useless in a small town.

The city offered many more opportunities.

I found a job at the largest local ski resort and also worked as a hotel lobby manager.

The hotel owner, seeing that I was pretty, was happy to let me take care of the rich young men who visited.

One day, a group of wealthy kids came to the ski resort for a vacation, and I was responsible for teaching them how to ski.

They were dazzling, full of nobility, clearly from big cities. Many girls came over to ask for their number during breaks.

"It's great to be young."

"You talk like you're very old," said the most eye-catching one among them. He had short, neat hair and an extraordinary demeanor, dressed in professional equipment, unlike the amateur skiers renting gear.

It was clear they were from a wealthy or noble family, so I decided to keep my distance.

The hotel owner hosted a banquet in the evening and insisted that I join. There were several beautiful female hotel staff present.

Unlike these girls who had other intentions, I wore the simplest clothes and sat at the corner of the banquet.

During the meal, the boss urged the girls to toast, and everyone was enthusiastic.

After all, it was an opportunity to meet various big shots. These guys were young, handsome, and from rich families. Which girl wouldn't like them?

One girl even danced, earning applause from the young men.

When it was my turn to toast, I stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I don't drink, so I'll use juice to toast all my friends who have come from afar."

Some rich kids seemed like troublemakers. Seeing that I didn't drink, one immediately spoke up.

"Why are you pretending to be so noble?" He came over and pulled at me.

In the struggle, my collar was pulled down.

"That's enough." The boy who had talked to me earlier in the day stepped in, separating us.

Seeing who it was, they immediately stopped.

"Mr. Hayes, do you like her? Don't worry, we won't interfere."

"Hey, what's that on the back of her neck?"

I suddenly remembered the tattoo on the back of my neck and quickly tightened my collar to cover it.

The others noticed and looked surprised. The man leading the group, referred to as Mr. Hayes, frowned.

"Mr. Hayes, that golden phoenix tattoo—could it be the one I think it is?"

Yorick was great in many ways, except he had a peculiar preference. He insisted on tattooing a golden phoenix on the back of my neck. I always believed it marked Turner family's servants.

I was upset about it for a long time. I usually kept my collar tight to cover it, but it accidentally showed up just now.

"Are you the person Yorick has been searching for?" Mr. Hayes asked.

"No, I don't know the person you're talking about," I retorted instinctively.

"I heard that the girl was raised in the Turner family since childhood. She's very mysterious. We found her here today. Does that mean he deserted her. Maybe you can follow us."

The man called Mr. Hayes stopped him immediately.

"Philip, you bastard. Are you interested in this girl? Why are you stopping us?"

"I brought you out here, and I don't want you to get into trouble. The Turner family doesn't give this golden mark to just anyone. Everyone in the circle knows this girl is special to Yorick. Don't do anything stupid."

Philip Hayes, the young master of the Hayes family, had appeared here.

The other young men felt bored and hurriedly ended the banquet.

The manager bowed and smiled as he saw the young masters off, not forgetting to glare at me.

I walked up to Philip.

"Thank you, Mr. Hayes, for helping me out. Please keep this a secret for me, though it may not be much of a secret."

Philip nodded, looked into the distance, and sighed.

"Are you hiding here? Do you need my help?"

"No, thank you. I'm doing fine." Philip probably misunderstood. He didn't want to give me money but was asking if I would be in trouble if I were found.

I felt that the Turner family had already given up on me.

A few days later, the young masters returned to Capaville, and I was safe. I felt completely relieved.

The ski resort owner didn't care about anyone's status.

He thought that I had offended those rich kids. So, he began to make things difficult for me every day.

One day, the boss announced that the ski resort would be temporarily closed tomorrow because a big shot from Capaville was coming.

I felt uneasy, so I quickly asked to leave and hid at home.

When I woke up in the morning, I had a gut feeling that something big was coming. I wanted to pack my bags and go back to town for a few days.

Before I could pack, my boss called and asked me to return to entertain the guests.

I thought I couldn't escape it was a bad thing, so I went ahead.

When I arrived at the hotel, the boss took me directly to the suite. Seeing the bodyguards at the door, I felt like crying.

I turned around, pretending to be casual, but before I could start running, I was picked up and taken into the suite.

My boss looked at my expression, thinking I had made a mistake, and wanted to distance himself from me. I was carried out before I could say a word.

The person opposite turned around.

After two years, he still looked so handsome.

He exuded an intimidating aura, silent and clearly unhappy.

He never liked to smile, and now, his face looked as cold as ice.

I trembled as I greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Turner."