Chuckling, I called the maid to make me a teapot. Nothing was better than a warm cup of tea in one hand and a good book in the other. Maybe I should really start my training as a "Lady of a Mansion". She would be refined, elegant, well-versed in home economics… and probably she was capable of kicking the Master over the yard and back. My classmates had already accepted the fact that Vuong was their leader and I was his girlfriend, so it would take little to convince them to be henchmen and underlings.
