Nathaniel left the penthouse at five in the afternoon to walked around the neighborhood. 

 While admiring the busy street, something interesting caught his attention.

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 There is a commotion in an old apartment building as a man dragged the poor little girl out and throw her things on the street.

 The girl is crying and she begged him.

"Just go back to your country! You are useless here!" The white man shouted at her. 

 He approached the girl as she gathered her clothes and papers and put them on the broken luggage. Some people just passed by her and looked at her. Poor woman. He took the visa that flew in from the papers that is near to him and he creased his brows. It's going to expire in a week and she came from the Philippines.

 He took the book and gave it to her. Kelsie looked up at him and Nathaniel smiled at her.

"Hi, it's you again." Nathaniel recognized her as the waitress in the café and a waitress in the bar at night. She wiped her tears away and she looked away. "Who was that?" He asked.

"Husband of my sister." She said almost a whisper.

 Nathaniel helped her out and he noticed bruises on her neck like she's nearly got strangle to death. Then, bruises on her arm. She's so thin like she didn't eat much and the poor girl has been hit by a man.

 He took her hand and luggage.

"Let's go."

"Wait." She pulled her hand.

"You have nowhere to go." He said.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"Well, let's go to the hotel and you need to clean up first."

 She shook her head.

"I—I won't…

"Don't mistake it. I just wanted to help you." He faced her. "Look, I'm a Filipino." He pulled out his ID. "I am still schooling back to Stanford and so, to give you a little help, you need to come with me."

 She read his name. Nathaniel Mondragon.

"I trust you." She mumbled. Nathaniel thinks that it's too fast for her to trust him. "You saved me more than three times."

"More than three times?" He mumbled.

"Five years ago in the Holiday Gala. You helped me."

"Oh," Nathaniel couldn't get it to his head. So, it's where they met first? He doesn't remember. "I don't remember. So, go with me or what?"

 She nodded at him. He called up for a taxi and they hopped in. She followed him as they checked-in to the hotel and he gave his card to them. They went to the finest room and she looked around. He put her bag on the corner and somehow, her bag looks broken.

 He went to the telephone and asked for food.

"This is expensive." She mumbled.

"Yes, you are staying here for a while."

"Thank you." She said. "I—I can't pay you—"

 He approached her and lifted her chin. He eyed the mark on her neck.

"We should report this to the police."

"No." She shook her head. "We can't report it to the police. He's very powerful even in the police." She mumbled.

"Wait, you mean that your sister is getting battered by her husband?"

 She didn't answer that.

"Do you want to save your sister?" he asked.

"I—I can't do that. I tried telling her to leave him but—" She shook her head.

"You don't have the power to do it? Is that what you wanted to say?"

 She nodded at him.

"Well, good news. I'll sue that guy. We just need an official police report."

"He's in a gang. He might hurt you."

"Kelsie, no one can hurt me." He patted her head. He took out his phone. "Is it okay if I took photos of your bruises?" He asked.

 She nodded as she removed her old cardigan. She showed it to him and he scanned her if there are other bruises.

"Take a bath." He told her. She nodded. "I'll discuss something to you later."

 She went to the bathroom and he checked the photos. Well, Kelsie is really in a bad situation. He's powerful enough to protect her and her sister. Besides, the man is a criminal. So, he will just do something like asked Zendaya to help him.

 But first, they need to make a police record. Soon, their food came up and he opened the door and gave the bell hopper a tip. He set it on the table.

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 Cyra contacts Alanis as soon as she woke up.

"Yes, Cyra?"

"I want you to take this butler back. I don't want him."

"Why? He's a great butler. He's also trained as a mission agent. He can be trusted too."

"So, you suggested him to be my butler?"

"Yes, I did. Because your father is searching for one." Alanis said and there's a pause for a while. "Is everything alright?"

"Alright, I'll deal with this matter then." She hung up as she slipped off from bed. Then, she went outside and found Natalia reading while the Butler is serving her and the maid. "Where is Nathaniel?"

"He said that he will just take care of a few matters," Natalia said.

"Hmm." Cyra crossed her arms and she looked at the Butler.

"Can I get you something, Lady Cyra?"

"Yes, get me tea."

 Cyra sat on the sofa.

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 Nathaniel feeds her more and he started to process other things. Like telling the police about what happened. To protect her, she needs to sign papers and have a contract with him.

"Your visa will soon expire," Nathaniel told. "Do want to stay here?"

 She stopped eating and she nodded.

"If you want to stay here longer, you have to marry someone who is a citizen in this country. I can help you with that. You can choose to marry me or someone. You can stay with me back at Stanford. You don't need to work. I can provide you anything. I'll give you an allowance and you can send money back to your home."

"You want me to marry you?"

"That's your choice." He told her. "I can give you enough money to help you. You can just stay in the house, and I'll pay you."

"Why are you helping me in this way?"

 Nathaniel scooped her face.

"Let's say that I'm attracted to you. I want you, badly. But I won't force you until you are ready to give yourself." He smiled at her seductively.

"I—"

 Nathaniel stood and walked around her and caressed her hair.

"Kelsie, if you wished to go home. You can go home." He lifted her chin. "But," He bent down. "You can't go out tonight. It's dangerous."

 Kelsie at the moment looks like she's been hypnotized by Nathaniel.

"Finish, eating. We'll be going to the police station." He kissed her forehead.

"For what?"

 He didn't answer. 

 He waited until Kelsie dressed up. And soon, someone picked them up. The closest agent, Mason is nearby to check out Cyra, and Natalia is already outside the hotel. They left the hotel and went to the police station.

 They reported the guy, and she also told them that her sister is there, and she's been hit every time that her husband will come home drunk. So, Mason showed his calling card to the police station, and he will follow it up until the man has been caught.

 Nathaniel brings her back to the hotel. He drank some wine with her and he waited for whatever decision she wanted to make.

"I can't leave." She told him. "I know that my visa will expire and I already asked my employer to help me with it. I've been waiting for months and—" She sniffled. "My mother needs surgery, so I need to send money to them."

"Okay." Nathaniel smiled at her. "Let's get married in Vegas tomorrow. You can stay here as long as you want. I'll process your documents, and it'll be that easy when you marry me."

 Kelsie bit her lip, and she nodded.

"Okay."

"Don't worry. I am not a psychopath and our family is—well, they discipline us well. Enable to help you, I'll just marry you."

"Because you pity me?" She asked.

"Yes. I pity you. Also, I am attracted to you."

"So, why do you have to marry me?"

"I'll just make sure that I'll have you when we are married. I'll make the contract on our way to Vegas if you agree to marry me."

"Okay." She nodded at him. "I'll marry you."

 Nathaniel told her to sleep. She did go to sleep, and he turned off the lights, and he stayed on the sofa. He took his phone and called Natalia.

"Hey, where are you?" Natalia asked.

"I'm at the hotel."

"What? What hotel?"

"Uh, can you pack up my things and ask Butler Samson to deliver it in Hyatt Place."

"Okay, are you with someone?"

"Yeah."

"So, what's up?"

"I'll tell you when we meet up again. I need to fly back to Stanford tomorrow.

"Okay, if you say so. But I need to meet this secret lover of yours."

 Nathaniel laughed.

"Okay, sissy. I'll tell it you. But do not tell mom."

"I can't promise that." Natalia teased.