CHAPTER 11

When he remembered something, he summoned his assistant, Derek Yates, inside.

“Has anyone from home called me?”

Derek's brows knitted together. Why would they call him?

“You didn’t receive any calls from home, sir,” Derek replied.

Preston's eyes narrowed.

“All right. You may leave,” he said dismissively.

It seemed like Luna had not apologized yet. How she could endure hunger despite her frail frame, Preston had no idea.

Wait a minute. A cruel woman like her would never starve herself, not if she could help it. Perhaps she had deceived the servants at home and had already stuffed her stomach.

Preston took out his phone and dialed his home’s phone number. One of the servants answered the call. “Hello?” “Did you give food to that woman?”

The servant's voice trembled as she replied, “No,

The servant did not respond for a while, but after some hesitation, she suggested, “Madam, you should apologize to Sir Preston. We're not allowed to give you any food until he says so.”

Luna’s expression