That morning, Nick was getting ready to go to his office. With a neat suit and a bundle in his hand, he opened the door to his mansion. However, his steps stopped instantly. In front of him stood Belinda, her aunt, with an expression that was hard to guess.
"Nick, where are you going?" asked Belinda as she glanced at the file in her nephew's hand.
Nick, who didn't expect to see his aunt early in the morning in front of his mansion, replied briefly, "To the office, Bi."
Without waiting for Nick to welcome her, Belinda stepped into her mansion. "Auntie wants to talk to you," she said in a serious tone that made Nick raise an eyebrow.
Nick sighed softly, closed the door, and followed his aunt into the living room. She sat on the sofa opposite Belinda, feeling curious and worried at the sa
