The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

I nearly got lost in the depths of Mason's eyes just now. I must've lost my mind for a second. Shaking off the chaotic thoughts in my head, I reminded myself that whatever Mason and that woman had between them was none of my business.
I poured the documents out of the envelope. These would be the foundation of my new life, my new identity. I couldn't afford to be careless. I had to memorize them quickly.
Katherine, female, 25 years old. She was the daughter of the CEO of Gordon Group. She graduated from a prestigious university with a degree in business management. After graduation, she mysteriously disappeared.
She was cheerful, lively, determined, and loved animals. Her hobbies included racing, horseback riding, hiking, and skiing, among others.
To sum it up, Katherine was a well-educated, capable, sporty young woman from a wealthy family, but she vanished without a trace. According to the documents, she went missing five years ago.
I was stunned. The information wasn't hard to memorize. The difficult part was the fact that Katherine's personality, habits, and hobbies were almost completely different from mine. Could I pull this off?
But at this point, I couldn't back out. I had no choice. I had to do it, no matter what. There was no option but to push forward.
The next morning, as dawn began to break, the nurse pulled me out of my warm bed. After a quick wash-up, she took me to another room.
Mason and a woman in her forties were already waiting inside. When I walked in, Mason's eyes lit up for a moment. But it was only for a second. His expression quickly returned to its usual calm state.
The woman introduced herself, saying, "I'm Ada Parker. From today, I'll be your etiquette teacher. Ms. Gordon, let's begin."
Ada looked serious, and she was even more serious than she appeared. Walking, standing, sitting—these basic movements I had repeated a thousand times became incorrect in her eyes.
We had to start from scratch. Every action had to be done exactly the way Ada wanted. If there was even the slightest dissatisfaction, I had to repeat it ten more times.
By midday, my waist felt like it was about to snap, and sweat kept dripping down my face. My clothes were soaked in sweat, drying, then getting soaked again. I gritted my teeth and pushed through, refusing to admit I was tired.
"Alright, this set of movements is passable. Time for lunch," Ada said.
It was already noon and Ada's words made me think it was time for a break. But soon, I realized I had misunderstood. Eating was actually part of the training, and had nothing to do with rest.
We arrived at the dining room, where a lavish spread was laid out on the table. I automatically reached for a plate to serve Ada, but she snapped at me sharply, "What are you doing?"
Confused, I asked, "I was going to fix you a plate. Is that wrong?"
She responded, "Of course it's wrong. The servants are here to serve the food. You wanna do their job? Have you considered how they might feel? It's degrading."
"But you're my teacher. Serving you food wouldn't count as degrading, would it?" I retorted, unwilling to back down.
"Well said." Mason walked in just in time to hear us. He nodded in approval.
Before I could feel too smug, he quickly changed his tone. "But don't forget, all the hardships you've endured are for revenge, not to keep playing the role of the submissive wife."
His words struck me hard. Mason was right. I needed to change—not just my face, but the things that had become ingrained in me.
When I was a girl, I was my parents' precious jewel, never having to lift a finger. But in the three years with the Cooke family, Amelia had successfully molded me into the person I was now.
If I were going to return to the Cooke family for revenge, I couldn't stay the same. "Yes, I understand," I nodded.
I sat down, and the servants served my food in front of me. I waited for Ada to start before picking up my knife and fork. I ate quickly, but quietly.