Chapter 517: Break His Legs, Then Hand Him a Crutch

"Ana, make yourself at home. Take a look at the bedrooms and pick whichever you like." "Then I'll take you up on that." Anastasia Shayle smiled, rolled her modest suitcase across the polished floor, and chose the room near the hall with windows overlooking the river. She practiced martial arts; though her clothes and makeup were immaculate, she was less delicate and more strikingly confident. She traveled light to the provincial capital-just a few changes of clothes, no bulky bags. After she...