Chapter 4

I finished my night shift absent-mindedly, feeling empty when I walked out the door.

Lily would bring breakfast and wait for me at the entrance of White Night every day.

When the Shaw family went bankrupt, all my friends in the circle avoided me. Only Lily stood by me in my most difficult time, accompanying me through the hardest first three years.

I finished the breakfast, closed the lunch box, and handed it back to her, "Thank your mom for me."

"You only eat one meal a day... if my mom knew, she'd definitely scold me. You don't earn little from that daytime job, can't you afford to eat lunch?"

"It's gone."

"What?"

"That daytime job is gone." I took a deep breath, "Lily, I met Lucas."

With a "clang", the lunch box fell to the ground. Lily's lips trembled violently, "How could you two still cross paths? Evelyn... you should leave Ocean City quickly."

"I know him, there's no escaping."

The Shaw Group's competitors had once spread word in Capital City, forbidding large companies from hiring me, and small companies were even more afraid to be associated with me.

I had no choice but to come to Ocean City, only to run into Lucas as soon as I arrived.

Finding a job became very difficult.

I had to go to the gate of an international elementary school to hand out business cards, "I graduated from the National Academy of Fine Arts, I can tutor children in painting. Please contact me if needed."

Not far away, a figure came running, a pink skirt flying in the air, opening a black luxury car and climbing in. Someone by the car took the schoolbag.

I looked up.

My gaze met with that person looking over.

That face was stunningly handsome. Slightly upturned eyes, a cold yet passionate eye shape.

A black sweater covered his Adam's apple, supported by broad shoulders. The ascetic outfit gave him an unapproachable nobility.

I handed him a business card.

This person's car was very expensive. His watch, also very expensive.

So families like this are willing to pay for useless yet expensive hobbies.

That slender hand with distinct knuckles played with my business card, his lazy and casual gaze looking at me, "My sister doesn't like painting. Sorry."

I turned to leave. At this moment, a doll-like little girl popped her head out of the car window, "It's not that I don't like painting, I just don't like that teacher."

I turned back to meet those slightly upturned passionate eyes, pleading, "I can give a free trial lesson."

Half an hour later, I was sitting in the living room of a mansion waiting for the final result.

The man walked down the spiral staircase leisurely with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a coffee cup, "Ava likes you very much. Let's start from next week then."

After walking out of this house, I finally learned the identity of this employer.

Ethan Hawke, from the Hawke family, a famous aristocratic family in the financial circle, with countless capital alliances behind them, their financial empire as solid as a fortress.

He was temporarily residing in Ocean City to accompany his sister Ava's studies.