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Miya followed the chief maid through the carpeted corridor. It was so quiet that she could even hear her own breathing. They stopped outside one of the rooms.

"Mrs. Uba, this is your room. Let me know if you need anything." The chief maid said politely.

"Where is Mr. Uba's room?" Miya looked around with curiosity and asked.

"Here," The maid pointed to the room opposite Miya's, "And the study is over there down the

corridor."

"Thanks."

The maid bowed and went downstairs.

Miya's jaw dropped as she opened the door and walked into her room. It was spacious and well equipped with a bathroom, a walk-in closet, which was filled with beautiful clothes, shoes and bags, and a study. Every item was. neatly placed. The décor was simple yet elegant. Miya lay down on the soft velvet bed and suddenly realized how exhausted she was. After a while, she dragged herself out of bed and ran to the bathtub, added a few drops of essential oil, and Soon the pleasant and soothing aroma filled the room. When s