In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

The man had a strong grip on her hand, and his nose and mouth were covered with a wet towel. He handed one to Grace as they quickly made their way out. There was another passage inside the teahouse where the flames were less intense, allowing the two to pass through.

The fire crackled as it consumed the wood. It was a truly heart-stopping experience.

Grace held onto the wet towel on her face, feeling some relief in her lungs.

"Boss! What are you doing here?"

Other people were also escaping through that passage and were surprised to see the man.

The man scolded them in a hoarse voice, "Hurry and leave!"

There was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Grace hurried down the stairs, keeping an eye on the man's dark silhouette. He was tall and well-built and seemed to be middle-aged.

His voice sounded so familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

She didn't have time to think more about it. All she could think about at that moment was finding a way out of there.

As she descended the last step on the third floor of the teahouse, Grace felt a tremendous sense of relief. She dropped the wet towel and gasped for air.

all the staff

had just been built, and now it's all

elbowed the person who had spoken and gestured

enough to speak. "Thank you for saving me.

mysterious. Their corners were upturned, making

towel over his nose and mouth, avoiding

you while I was escaping. I couldn't stand by and

was indeed

whether it was coincidental or intentional, thank you. I just heard them calling you "boss". Are you the owner

the place suddenly

probably because it's

The subordinate fell silent.

teahouse had drawn the attention

manager, whose hard work had just been reduced to

man had not only remained level-headed, but he was

a child, I've been taught to repay a favor with kindness. Could you please share your contact information so that I may have a

"I insist."

about to leave and became a bit anxious. She grabbed his sleeve and pressed him, saying, "I