Chapter 129: The Self-Cultivation of an Undercover Agent

Night.

Fog, cars, streetlights.

Mona moved one suitcase after another into the portal, diligent, hardworking, and without complaint, like a little bee transporting nectar.

Mona wore a black miniskirt that didn't reach her knees, her long legs snugly wrapped in black stockings, and her top was a plain lady's shirt with two buttons at the neckline undone.

For safe driving, she took off her high heels when she was behind the wheel.

Why not just switch to flat shoes?

It was a demand from the master, the high heels could not be exchanged, who also had strict requirements for Mona's attire, such as her skirt not going past her knees, needing to be shorter, and her lipstick must be bright, with heavy makeup.

Mona strictly followed his orders, breaking the lower limit with her dressing style every day, without asking why, wearing whatever the master required.