Kidnapped for a spa treatment

When the woman saw Zhao ai she quickly bowed.

"Madam," she said with her head lowered. Her head was so low that you could barely see her face.

Why were they acting like that? Everyone in the house was acting secretive like they didn't want to deal with her or maybe they were told to do so.

"You should go back inside," worriedly said the gardener thrusting her head in the air and pointing to the door that led back inside.

As Zhao ai was about o say something guards came running outside. Where they looking for her before she could reach the men dressed in black suits had already surrounded her.

"What's going on," she screamed when a man suddenly threw her over his shoulder. She hit the man back with all the strength she had.

"Let me go," she screamed.

The men left her a dark room that smelled like strawberries and vanilla. She tried her best to find the source of light.

The door slowly opened making the had maid appear. her stern looked seemed to have disappeared seeing the sight in from fo her. The head maid moved her hand and the surrounding maids made their way to Zhao ai.

Without warning the maids to start stripping her of her clothes. She was cleaned to perfection. After the spa treatment, the maids escorted her to another room.

The room seemed to be a closet. It was filled with expensive clothes. Since Zhao ai was so busy observing the room she didn't te see the head maid get a dress for her.

"The master told said to put this on," said the headmaster as she came back with a white dress. The dress was embroidered with gold flowers at the bottom.

"Have something to eat before you put on the dress," ordered the head maid commanding the maids to come in food. She has greeted an avocado salad.

Zhao ai looked a the salad then at the maids then back to the salads then at the maids again.

"Thank you," said Zhao ai tensely before picking up her fork. She took big bites so that I would go by faster. The salad had a blain taste to eat. To Zhao ai it felt like she was eating grass.

When she finished her food she looked at the dress examing it. The dress looked like it was worth more than her two-year salary working at the cafe.

After a moment she puts on the dress and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Pretty," she whispered to herself.

"It looks better than I expected on you," said a husky deep voice. When Zhao ai heard the voice she knew who it was.