At 3 am, Natalie suddenly woke up because of a nightmare. Her throat was thirsty, so she intended to go to the kitchen to get some cold water. However, just as she left the bedroom, she vaguely heard Dante talking to someone downstairs.
Her brow furrowed instantly. Who had come to visit at 3 in the morning? Could it be Alex?
Carefully, she took off her slippers and stepped down the stairs. Many of the lights had been turned off, so the atmosphere in the penthouse was indeed darker and more dimly lit.
Dante was in the living room. The closer Natalie got, the clearer their voices became. She heard a woman whining spoiledly. “Dante, you have to help me. If you don’t-”
“What? Are you going to snitch to your father or grandfather?” Dante’s voice was flat and cold. He didn’t seem interested
