Lila's POV

Advantages? What exactly were the advantages he was talking about? It was obvious I wouldn't be able to finish thinking when I heard a knock on the bedroom door. It had been three days since Leander left my room looking like sin and damnation personified, but the way I couldn't get that word out of my head was something even I dreaded.

The door opened, and an older woman appeared, holding a pile of folded clothes.

I stood up immediately. She's the one who brought me food and told me Leander had been on a business trip. Shady business, you mean?

I still can't believe the world's most beloved billionaire is the mob boss that was making headlines. Amazing.

—Lila, you start working today —she said with a warm smile on her face.

I raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he meant.

"Work?" I asked, and she nodded. She held out her hand and gave me the clothes she had. Clothes?

More like strips of pieces of fabric.

"You've been ordered to clean the west wing. That's Leander's part of the