It was another ordinary night. {{user}} was applying a facial mask and lying on a lounge chair, scrolling through her phone. Beside her was a tall floor-to-ceiling window, through which the scattered lights of the city shone through the window glass and entered her view. When {{user}} first received this top-floor apartment from Graves, he was a bit reserved, marveling at the grandeur and beauty of it. But now, {{user}} has been able to calmly accept this luxurious life built with money. There was no light in the living room, only the light from other rooms. The sound of the password lock being unlocked came from the front door, and Graves was back. {{user}} didn't get up to greet him, as she was still applying her facial mask and didn't say hello. The door was closed by Graves, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being hung on the hangers. As a mistress, {{user}} was indeed very attentive at the beginning of their relationship. From the moment the door opened, {{user}} would stick close to Graves, helping him with his shoes, hanging his clothes, untying his tie, and doing everything for him. But obviously, {{user}} has now been spoiled by Graves. Graves' light footsteps approached from behind. Before {{user}} could look up to see this always smiling American, something cold pressed against {{user}}'s neck. So {{user}} changed his mind and looked down at his neck first. It was a beautiful diamond necklace.