Looking at Avery’s face still made her blood boil, especially after thetter’s confession earlier. All she wanted to know was to grab a knife and make an artwork out of her.


    Avery squinted her eyes at Anastasia, wondering what thetter could be up to. It’s not every day she sees Anastasia out at night in the kitchen, casually grabbing a ss of water for herself.


    She silently wished thetter was up to something that would only get her into trouble.


    "If you’re nning to do something stupid and get caught, I’ll beughing in your face. You’ve been punished severely since the first day you got here. Aren’t you tired of that?" Avery questioned as if she was a concerned friend who worried for Anastasia. "Anyway, you can go ahead and do whatever you have in mind. Just get caught, okay?"


    Avery waved at Anastasia, very childishly with a smile simr to a clown’s stretching on her lips before she decided to leave.


    Anastasia didn’t want to take any risks of leaving just immediately. She waited a few minutes after hearing the soft click of Avery’s door closing.


    As if that wasn’t enough, Anastasia climbed the stairs and checked Avery’s room to be sure the door wasn’t open and the girl wasn’t hidden somewhere around the corners, watching her.


    When she’d confirmed Avery was indeed in her room, Anastasia headed back downstairs. There was only half an hour left before their curfew began. The henchmen would check their rooms to be sure none of them had escaped.


    If they checked hers and she wasn’t there, she would be in big trouble.


    Anastasia gulped down her saliva with great difficulty as she pushed her legs to go to Samantha’s room.


    Anastasia took her steps with great precision because the house was made of wood and if she wasn’t careful, it would make a creaking sound.


    Although it was obvious no one was around, Anastasia still needed to be careful.


    When she saw that Samantha’s room wasn’t as guarded as she’d thought it would be, she subconsciously released a huge sigh of relief.


    Anastasia searched for the cameras, watching the angles they were monitoring. When it turned, about to scan the area she was, her heart leaped out of her chest.


    Quickly, she glued her body to the wall, nearly making it her second skin until the CCTV camera had turned elsewhere.


    "Maybe this was a bad idea?" She wondered, her hand ced on her chest as she tried to calm her racing heartbeat.


    She nced at the door and shook her head. She was already close to her goal and she wasn’t going to stop midway.


    Anastasia ced her hand on the doorknob, voicing out prayers that the door wasn’t locked. Because if it was locked, there was no way she would ever dare to break in unless she was courting death.


    Just when she twisted the doorknob while still praying, she heard the soft click as the door opened. She lightly pushed it open, peeking her head inside to be sure no one was inside.


    When she confirmed it, she scanned behind her to be sure no one was watching, especially Avery.


    When she confirmed that also, she swiftly slipped between the little crack she’d created and closed the door immediately behind her with the same soft click.


    Anastasia stared at the room and couldn’t help but be awed at howrge it was. Anastasia was sure times five of her room could fit into Samantha’s room.


    Anastasia’s gaze lingered on the towering five-inch heel, feeling an odd sense of unease. Samantha’s room, with its pristine decor and luxurious items, stood in stark contrast to the cold, barren spaces she’d been confined to. It was as if the room reflected Samantha’s personality—carefully curated, yet sharp and unattainable.


    Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder how someone could live so freely, surrounded by such extravagance, while she had be nothing more than a pawn in a game she had no control over.


    She quickly reminded herself she wasn’t there to admire the beauty of the room. She was there to see if she could find any information regarding the factory she would be getting transferred to.


    Anastasia headed for the drawers ced under the vanity mirror. She opened every one of them with care, hoping not to spoil anything.


    Anastasia searched but didn’t see anything that could be useful. She didn’t want to think that Samantha might not have any documents regarding the factory in her room.


    There had to be something in there.


    As she continued her search, she didn’t forget to keep everything back in its ce so nothing would be left out.


    Anastasia went to the closet and opened the drawers. She saw some files and opened them. Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets when she read the words written on it.