Si Yena descended the stairs, dressed in a satin nightgown. Her long hair draped over her shoulder and her face held a hint of excitement at meeting an old friend, ''I got tired waiting for you, Daisy. It took you so long,'' She said, glancing at the person who was covered in black from head to toe.
Daisy raised her hand and took off the helmet from her head. Her face was completely white like a sheet of paper but her emotionless eyes looked at Si Yena as if she was looking at a dead body.
''What?" Si Yena clutched her chest, ''Must you look at me like I am the enemy? How long has it been since we last met properly? Um… To be honest, we recently did. We kept meeting everyday in Kingsley mansion but it was very inconvenient. I could not even talk to you. Being a rich old man's trophy mistress is no joke…''