Ophelia’s POV:
At the end of the day, despite my pride, I had no choice but to accept. How could I reject it?
This was exactly what I needed. It was vital for my escape.
I had promised him that I’d pay him back as soon as I started earning from the translation work, and I was going to be returning every cent.
The most important thing was that I now had a way to contact him instantly. With the laptop, I could finally set up a secure bank account, to be able to withdraw my funds.
I looked down at the scrap of paper Ilya had slid across the table. It held the number for the driver who had dropped me here—one of Ilya’s trusted contacts. Ilya himself had been forced to leave five minutes prior after receiving an urgent phone call. He’d squeezed my hand once and told me to call the driver t
