London!

London. A city of dreams. A place with a lot of hope. A city with many dreams soared high into the sky. A city with a dense population of various types. A place that became the escape of a sweet girl with a beautiful face.

Her name is Megan Thompson. Just call her Megan. He had just turned eighteen. Still very young and young. Fresh and in bloom.

Megan remembers that her arrival to London was none other than her aunt and uncle's doing. Didn't think that his family's property had to fall into their hands. They left nothing for Megan, apart from bitter and painful memories.

After the death of Grandma, the only person who protected Megan at that time, they immediately kicked her out of the house. Megan remembers that time, when morning came, she saw Grandma's room was open, she found Grandma didn't move anymore. Grandma died for reasons she didn't know. Even though in truth, death will surely come to anyone, especially to an old grandmother.

Still this is weird. However, Megan couldn't do anything. No one believed Grandma's death was something that seemed intentional. And exactly three days after Grandma's death, her aunt and uncle kicked her out, saying the most depressing words Megan had ever heard.

"Hey Megan, please get out of this house. Mother has given the house along with all the assets and the company into my hands. Go away, don't come back to this house again!" The words sounded like thunder in the day. Megan knelt down, pleading at aunt's feet.

"What's wrong with Megan, Aunt? Where would I live if you kicked me out? Please don't kick me out." Megan roared, crying at her aunt's feet begging for mercy.

"Whatever! Wherever you want. As long as it's not here!" Auntie took out several sheets which, if counted, amounted to no more than a few million. He threw the bills at Megan, who was still kneeling at her feet.

Megan stared intently at the money. How cruel his father's brother is. Can't she remember how her father had helped her a lot during this time, reaching out to help her and her husband out of poverty?

"Auntie! Why are you so cruel to me? Why do you seem to have forgotten yourself? It was my father who helped your family! Then now you are being so inhuman to me?!" Megan said, standing up. Once in his life, he cursed the woman. Pointing at the aunt's face which turned out to be full of a sly grin that had been covered by a mask of hypocrisy.

"Shut your mouth snotty child! How dare you say that to me! Feel this!" A slap landed on Megan's face. Feels hot. He held his wet cheek. From a distance he saw Christie, his cousin who was also the daughter of the evil woman, approaching them. It also does the same! The two demons in human form!

"Auntie! Remember... This slap I will remember forever. It will become my fire of passion to destroy you one day. I will prove it, you are a demon that must be exterminated clean." Megan's voice trembled, holding back a sneeze, also cracked her heart shattered. Aunt and Chistie looked at him with a mocking look that Megan would remember forever.

Megan left France. One day he will take it all back. That was his determination in his heart at that time. Armed with a desperate amount of money of no more than a few million, he left for London.

The first day in London was very hard for Megan. None of the people he knew here. His money supply was almost exhausted because he had to pay for a narrow rent, but the price was exorbitant. Mediocre money. The remaining money is only enough for two days of food.

Through a rented neighbor, Megan got a job. As a waiter at a fast food restaurant. Megan remembers how that time, the fat woman greeted her so friendly.

"Hi, I'm Jessica, are you new here?" he asked very kindly. Seen he was turning the handle of the key to enter into his rented. Megan nodded.

"I'm Megan, I just came from France yesterday." Megan held out her hand. He welcomed her happily. It was not included in the rent. Jessica turned around, she walked towards him who was sitting on the ugly chair in front of the rented house.

"Why London, Meg? Are you looking for a job?" Jessica asked again. Megan felt there was a breath of fresh air to get this question.

"Yes, Sis Jessica, but I've been looking for work everywhere and haven't been able to find a job yet. It's so hard to get a job in London," said Megan languidly. Jessica smiled happily. He sat down, landing his stocky body on another ugly chair. Megan was horrified, afraid that Jessica would fall while sitting there.

"Incidentally, the restaurant where I work lacks one waiter because one employee has stopped working two days ago. Do you want to work there? I can call my manager if you want," Jessica said with a smile. Of course he would. So Megan nodded her head quickly.

"Want, Sis Jessica. I want."

Jessica laughed loudly hearing how enthusiastic Megan was right now. He got up from his chair and excused himself to enter his own apartment.

"Wait until tonight, I'll let you know as soon as possible."

Megan nodded, not forgetting to also thank her for her kindness. Moreover, after that, from the inside he came back out. In his hand was a piece of food that he had just bought. Already poured into a plate. He turned back to Megan.

"Take it, I'll buy two. Get one for you, okay?" Megan looked at Jessica with teary eyes.

"Thank you, big brother," he said softly. Jessica returned to the house after handing over a packet of rice and side dishes that she had poured into the plate. This first kindness Megan will definitely not forget.

And that same night, Jessica told Megan that she could work the next day. He thanked her infinitely. Megan was accepted to work with enough salary for herself. The following days Megan and Jessica grew closer. Without realizing Today is exactly one month he worked at the restaurant.

However, that night when Megan was delivering drinks to a fashionable woman who she estimated to be in her thirties, she found a piece of paper that had been deliberately placed on the tray of the drink that Megan had served earlier. An address is also a business card. Megan looked at him with a furrowed brow.

"Can I talk to you later?" he asked gracefully and with a smile.

"What do you want to talk about, madam?" Megan asked politely.

"I'm interested in asking you to work at my place. You have a good body. How old are you?"

"Eighteen, madam."

"No wonder you're so fresh. Go to the address on my business card. You can get a better job here in London," he said sweetly. Megan nodded in understanding. The woman seemed to be able to see that Megan was a nomad.

And Megan decided a few days after that brief encounter to see him. A decision that will lead him to a complicated and long love story after that, in London, the city that never sleeps.