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She had already been grounded in her room and was not allowed to go out. Now she couldn't even open the window? What's the difference between her and cattle waiting to be slaughtered? Alessa was still in a shock when the servants had already nailed up the only window in her bedroom and left with Sarah. After that night, Alessa didn’t make a noise in her room anymore. In the monitoring, she stared at the nailed window blankly holding knee sitting on the sofa, silent. When the servants carried food in, she ate it quietly; when the maid asked her to have a bath, she also did as she told obediently. Another week passed. The weather turned colder. Darkness of evening was crowding in when a black Lamborghini stopped at the gate of the villa. Brian, in a black cotton overcoat, got out of the