“Lucas, where are you taking me?” I asked stiffly.
“You’ll live with me from now on,” he said calmly while driving. “I’ve arranged a light job for you at the company. You can start tomorrow.”
His domineering attitude left no room for negotiation. But I wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. I declined his offer firmly. He finally turned to me, his eyes serious.
“Helena, you’re the adopted daughter of the Specter. Think about the family’s reputation.”
He meant that my job as a cleaner was an embarrassment to the Specter family. It was true; everyone knew I was their adopted daughter. But this time, I was resolute in keeping my distance from him.
"Lucas, I will find another job on my own," I said firmly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
He frowned, clearly displeased with my decision. "Helena, you're a part of our family. It’s not just about you; it’s about the Specter name."
I nodded, willing to compromise just enough to end the conversation.