CHAPTER SIX: Never Judge a Book By Its Cover

Amira’s POV

I just kept staring out of the car window as the driver drove towards the Davis mansion.

So many things are different; even the fashion trend is backwards. My brain was busy formulating a plan on how I would use the knowledge from my previous life to dominate in this new life.

“You seem lost." Seb’s voice came from the front passenger seat.

His voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and that was when I realized that we were already in front of a mall.

“Why are we here? You don't need to get me the phone; I don't like owing favors,” I said without getting out of the car.

“We are the ones that owe you a favor for saving our boss's life,” he said with a smile.

“But apart from getting you a new phone, I don't think that you want to go home looking like this,” he said while pointing a finger at me.

I looked at my dress and noticed that there were blood stains on it, and it was quite glaring.

“Okay, let's go,” I said, getting out of the car.

We walked into the mall, and he asked