Winter arrived in the blink of an eye.
New York was a city that seemed to skip spring and autumn entirely—only summer and winter existed here.
After enduring the endless heat, the season abruptly shifted, and now a biting wind swept through the streets, casting the entire city in a dull, gray haze.
Beauty had grown more accustomed to her role as an assistant.
These days, she wasn't just fetching tea or water for Lucas; he often took her along to client meetings, where she quietly absorbed knowledge like a sponge.
Just as Drake had said, the things she learned by Lucas's side were lessons she'd never get anywhere else.
"Beauty, are the meeting materials ready?"
Lena had no qualms about ordering her around.
Whether it was Lucas's doing or not, she was constantly swamped with tasks, big and small, leaving her dizzy with exhaustion by the end of each day.
"Yes, everything's prepared."
