Chapter 65

AUTHOR’s POV.

FLASHBACK- Two years ago.

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With a sense of impending urgency, Trinity sprang into action, leading a team of maids in a flurry of activity to prepare the mansion for Hardy's imminent return from his six-month vacation. As the maids worked diligently, a distinct humming noise pierced the silence, heralding the imminent landing of Hardy's private jet.

Rushing outside to greet him, Trinity's dress billowed in the relentless wind, the fabric dancing in playful rebellion against her attempts to tame it. Joining the rest of the mansion's maids, she stood poised in anticipation, awaiting the arrival of her boss.

She was so focused on getting her dress better that she didn’t realise when Hardy had started to walk into the mansion with a young lady beside him.

And immediately, Trinity took sight of them; she hopped on her feet and dashed up to them.

“Hardy. You’re home,” she sounded delighted, trying to help him with his suitcase.

Hardy disagreed.

“I’ll take them in myself,” Hard