The next morning, Tyler left the rooftop penthouse through the hidden elevator and descended directly into his private office within the White Dragon Tower.
Although everything appeared normal, there was one matter that continued to trouble him. As he stepped into the office, he turned around.
Hazel silently followed a few steps behind him.
Ever since the strange incident in his bedroom, she had remained exactly like this. She wasn't truly alive, nor had she regained her consciousness. Her eyes were still vacant, lacking any emotion or intelligence. Yet for some unknown reason, she would quietly follow Tyler wherever he went, like a puppet obeying its master.
If Tyler told her to stop, she would stop. If he told her to walk, she would walk. If he asked her to sit down, she would obediently sit without asking a single question.
It was almost as though some invisible thread connected the two of them.
