Chapter 55: The Bread Thief

*VICKY*

I don't know what the hell happened yesterday. Did someone break into my room? How come I didn't remember anything?

I thought hard, trying to remember. After I left the hotel yesterday, my memory became blurry. I seemed to follow someone to a place, and then... then...

Then I couldn't recall anything at all. I picked up the note on the table and looked at it. I didn't know the handwriting, but the bats around were not responding, which meant that this person was not hostile to me. Forget it.

I rubbed my head and put on my clothes and bag to go out, but the moment I walked to the gate, I suddenly realized that I didn't know where I was going. I was fired. It was done between Leon and me. Everything in the dream was an illusion. I had to face reality.

Good food always made me happy. I put down my bag, put on a comfy home dress, opened the refrigerator, and took out the ingredients that had long been stocked up. It was fine Spanish ham, ribeye steak, and some of my self-made