Chapter 4. Your Name Is ... Stacy

In the end Amier gave up, forced to comply with the family's wishes to continue the engagement with Myra. If he didn't continue the engagement with the daughter of the Crawford Family, then they would cancel their agreement to provide financial assistance to the Jones Family company.

Amier did not understand why this misfortune befell him repeatedly. Had to continue the engagement with a woman he didn't love at all.

Meanwhile the Crawfords are making a fuss about Lylia's disappearance for no reason. Several police officers were dispatched to obtain information on why Lylia was missing.

Not without reason they hoped that the police could find the facts behind Lylia's disappearance at that time. Because they didn't want it, when the engagement resumed, the girl suddenly reappeared and messed up everything.

They had already decided that Amier and Myra's engagement would be in a week's time.

"Dad, for some reason, I feel unsure about this engagement as well as this marriage. Is there no other way?"

Alan didn't seem to like the words his only son had just said.

"What other ways do you think could help our family company?" he asked sarcastically.

Amier knew that his father was a rule that had its own laws and that no one could dispute.

"I… have no other ideas. Sorry, I'm not going against you, Dad. I will do it."

Meanwhile in Alberian City, in a luxurious mansion, a tall and burly man was staring out the window. The cigarette in his hand had not been smoked by him at all, he left it lit until the ashes fell to the floor without him noticing.

His eyes were cold, dark, and scary.

He stood alone looking up at the sky, no one understanding what was going on in his mind right now.

There was a knock on the door to his study, interrupting the man's thoughts. He turned and told the person outside the door to come in.

"Come in, unlocked!" His orders.

A middle-aged man, slightly bent and thin, walked up to him carrying a tray of food.

"Young Master, eat first."

"I still have a lot of work to do. How's the girl doing?" he asked.

"Young Master Grey, the girl's state is still the same. She hasn't been sober since you found her passed out on the street. Would you like to see how she is?"

Gray Wilford, one of the rulers in Alberian City. He inherited almost half of the assets in Alberian City, belonged to his family. No woman dared to approach him, if anyone dared to lead himself to Grey, he would immediately order his men to kick the woman into the street without a penny left.

"I'm going to the guest room after this. Put the food you brought on the table, Thompson. Then, is there anything else you want to say?" Gray asked with piercing eyes looking at Thompson—the butler—who looked down, not daring to look at him.

"Nothing," Thompson replied. Then he took a few steps back then turned around, and walked out closing the door. There was only silence in the room.

"That girl's face reminds me of someone," Gray muttered.

He sat down on a chair, then grabbed a spoon and took a bite of the food Thompson had brought him.

Ever since the old man died, he who took his place in the company was also in the big family. He was the only son Bryan Wilford had from the woman his father fell in love with, then married, and after that he left Bryan, went with another man.

I don't know what the woman who became his mother was thinking. Bryan does not lack anything, even has raised his status from the abyss of humiliation. But... a whore will forever be a whore!

Even though Gray is the main heir, it doesn't mean that his big family loves him sincerely. They still looked at Gray with one eye, because of his mother's mistake.

Bryan loved the whore too much, to the point where he dared to disobey the orders of the Old Master who was in control of the previous company.

"I'd better go to the guest room, I want to see how she is."

The food is not wasted. He got to his feet and left the study, heading for the guest room.

The doorknob slowly opened, the room lights had apparently been turned off.

When the light was turned on he saw no one in the room.

"Wh-where's that girl?"

"What are you doing standing at the door?"

Gray realized someone was standing behind her, he turned around and saw the beautiful girl he had saved in a state of unconsciousness standing staring at him behind him.

"Why are you silent, what are you doing at the door and peeking like a thief?"

Even though her words were harsh, her voice sounded so soft and beautiful to Grey's ears.

The girl's head was wrapped in a bandage, she herself put a bandage on her head. Thompson had wanted to help Gray clean the wound on the girl's body but she refused.

"Are you awake?" asked Gray.

"Who are you?" the girl asked. She... Lylia.

"Gray. Why are you asking who I am?"

Lylia was silent for a moment looking at the handsome face of the man in front of her. His figure was so attractive, even though he was wearing a loose pajama suit, but Lylia could tell, it must be a beautiful body, considering Gray's perfect look in her eyes.

"Make sure you're not a bad person. Then where am I?" asked Lylia once more. Her face was so stiff.

It was the first time that Gray had seen a beautiful woman with such a haughty and cold face, but ... he liked her. Is that weird?

Not waiting for Grey's answer, she passed Gray and entered the guest room. Gray trailed behind her.

"Who told you to come in?" said Lylia.

"I just wanted to make sure nothing happened to you after this," Gray replied nervously.

Lylia chuckled, then snorted. "What happened to me, hm? Then… can you tell me, do you know who I am?"

Who is she?

Why can't Lylia remember herself?

"You don't remember your name?"

Lylia shook her head, making Gray even more confused.

Indeed, when he had found Lylia earlier, she was in quite a sad state. Many wounds on her body. Even the clothes she was wearing looked a little torn in some places. After that, not far from where Lylia was found, he saw two men lying unconscious in blood.

The two men weren't dead yet, because Gray had time to confirm their condition. He had called the police to take the two men who were probably on the verge of death.

Gray approached Lylia, touched her shoulder and led her to sit on the edge of the bed. Lylia didn't say anything, just followed what Gray asked.

"Tell me, where are you from?"

Lylia seemed to be remembering something, but the more she tried to remember, the pain instantly hit her head. Lylia touched her temple. Sick.

"I don't remember. I just know, I'm already in your room," answered Lylia.

Gray ventured to touch Lylia's cheek with both hands. Even though the figure before her had such a sharp and piercing gaze, Lylia noticed that the large palm had warmth.

"You remember your name?" Gray asked more gently this time.

"I told you, I don't remember anything."

This girl, was similar to the one in his memories. He met her twelve years ago. A beautiful girl, in an orphanage not far from the shore of the lake. Gray saves the girl. The shape of her eyes is similar to that of the girl, her nose and lips.

Maybe as an adult, Gray thought if there was a similarity, right... here face resembled the girl in front of him right now.

"Your name is Stacy," Gray said.