C5 Want to Leave This Place?

At this moment, she couldn't find the right words to describe Muhan. Calling him a lunatic or a freak would be an understatement.

"You can leave. I'll wash myself."

Su Ranxi released the maid, but to her surprise, the maid dropped to her knees, bowing her head until her forehead was red.

Frowning, Su Ranxi glanced around and spotted a hidden camera in the corner of the bathroom. Suddenly, everything made sense.

Fury surged within her as she stepped out of the bathtub, almost losing her balance due to the discomfort between her legs. Cursing under her breath, she grabbed a nearby object and smashed the camera to pieces. She turned to see the maid wisely exiting the room.

Finally, something went her way.

Su Ranxi let out a long sigh and stood under the showerhead, scrubbing her body vigorously. Yes, scrubbing—harder than the maid had.

Seeing the bruises of varying shades on her skin, her anger flared again, and she mentally cursed Muhan's entire family lineage.

Wrapped in a towel, she walked out to find the maid holding a maid's outfit in her hands. The conversation from last night echoed in her mind.

"Master, I wish you a pleasant evening."

"From now on, I am your master."

"Don't forget, you're just a... servant I purchased."

...

For the first time, Su Ranxi faced the reality that she was about to become a 'servant.' It was also the first time she closely examined the maid's uniform.

The color scheme was black and white, with a skirt so short it barely covered her thighs, and a neckline that just managed to conceal the peaks of her chest.

"Is that guy a complete maniac?" Su Ranxi cursed inwardly. "Making someone dress like this, and he was so demanding last night too."

She thought it would be better to die than wear this outfit. But if she didn’t...

Su Ranxi glanced around the empty room, except for the bed, and took the maid outfit to the bathroom. When she emerged, she saw the maid's astonished expression. Su Ranxi looked down at the modified outfit she had altered herself.

She had torn off the white lace and stuffed it into the neckline to cover her chest. The lace at the hem was pulled down, giving the illusion of added length to the skirt.

The maid turned and opened the door, motioning for her to follow, and led the way out.

Outside was a long corridor, with two rows of maids standing against the walls, heads bowed. There were so many, it was like a scene straight out of a Hollywood blockbuster.

A question popped into Su Ranxi's mind.

With so many women, how could one man, Muhan, not be satisfied?

They walked down the corridor for what felt like ages. Su Ranxi noticed that the maids never once looked up at her, their disciplined behavior making her wary.

As she stepped out of the corridor, her eyes were suddenly hit by a bright light. She instinctively squinted, waiting for her eyes to adjust before slowly opening them again.

She saw a racetrack stretching endlessly into the distance, with a man riding a horse across it. Though too far away to discern his features, she could clearly sense the commanding aura he exuded.

Beside him, another horse kept pace, though slightly behind. The rider, holding something like a laptop, was dressed in a manner suggesting he was a butler or a similar role. The maid continued walking toward the track, while Su Ranxi followed, seemingly taking in the surroundings casually, but in reality, constructing a mental map of the area.

The more she saw, the more alarmed she became. She had just exited a castle, its height and expanse immeasurable, only describable as a colossal structure. Every thirty feet stood a guard in a black suit and white gloves, head bowed, wearing sunglasses that obscured their expressions but not the palpable sense of menace.

It was clear that leaving this place wouldn't be easy. As she got closer, she recognized the man talking to the butler—it was none other than that unsettling, unpredictable guy.

"Sir, we've received updates from ten countries, but not from Ireland. Not only have we not heard back, but there's been no contact at all."

"How many days?"

"Three days."

Feng Muhan frowned, about to respond when he noticed Su Ranxi approaching, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.