"Did you hear me?" Nancy shouted in a raised voice."I heard you," Flora replied calmly, finally understanding why Nancy was displaying jealousy toward her. It seemed that in Nancy's mind, being Maxwell's bed-slave was quite an honor.Flora also took a serious look at Nancy for the first time. She appeared to be around thirty years old, slightly overweight, with a moderately tall frame. She was the type of woman that you wouldn't easily remember. Perhaps she had been deceived by Maxwell's breathtaking appearance? Who else besides her knew how much of a sadistic demon Maxwell was?Nancy walked away, leaving Flora dumbfounded for a few minutes, realizing she had no room for resistance. She entered the bathroom and cleaned herself thoroughly with hot water. After turning off the faucet, she exited the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, gazing intently at her own body.Her once pristine body was now marked with the imprints of that man, new, old, red, purple...She closed her eyes

Flora kept looking back in the direction of the front yard, only picking up her pace and catching up with Robin once she saw that no one was following.Finally, they arrived at the old plum tree. Robin pointed at the trunk and whispered to Flora, "I always go out from here. Give it a try and see if you can get out."Flora looked up at the tree, which was two heads taller than herself. Honestly, it was a bit challenging for her to climb up. She had never learned to climb trees when she was a child, and now she regretted not having acquired that skill."I can't climb up!" Flora said with a drooping face, looking at Robin with a helpless expression.Robin rolled his eyes in annoyance and muttered, "Useless. Watch me." With that, he grabbed the thick tree trunk and started climbing up like a monkey, displaying his nimble and agile movements.Flora watched him with admiration, but she had no idea how to perform such a high-level maneuver.Looking around, she noticed a few lounge chairs not

One day, Nancy dragged her out of bed early in the morning with a malicious smile and said, "All these injuries are your fault. Don't even think about using them as an excuse to slack off. Get downstairs and start working!"Flora had no choice but to endure the lingering pain in her body and walk out of her room. As she passed through the corridor and neared the stairs, she suddenly heard a woman crying from the third floor. Flora paused for a moment, instinctively looking up toward the third floor.To her knowledge, there were no residents on the third floor, as all the young masters stayed on the second floor. However, the crying... Flora was extremely puzzled.Nancy, on the other hand, pushed her impatiently and scolded, "What are you gawking at? Move along!"Chastised by Nancy, Flora suppressed her curiosity and continued walking downstairs. Meanwhile, Nancy rushed to the third floor in a hurry. Soon, the crying ceased, replaced by the sound of someone descending the stairs – it w

And Oliver's ultimate goal in being good to her was nothing more than wanting to get the necklace from her. His strong desire for it piqued her curiosity about the necklace, and she tried hard to recall where she had put it.Unfortunately, no matter how hard she thought, she couldn't remember, and eventually, she fell asleep. She wasn't sure how long she had slept, but Flora was suddenly awakened by a woman's shrill scream. She heard the woman crying again!It was coming from the third floor, faint but still audible, and she could vaguely hear the woman shouting and cursing loudly, although she couldn't understand a word of what she was saying. The strange sound disturbed Flora's sleep, and in the silent mansion, the woman's voice was the only thing that was clear and distinct.Flora glanced at the large luminous clock on the wall, and a tingling sensation crept up her scalp. Her first thought was that the mansion must be haunted; otherwise, how could there be such a chilling female c

When Maxwell left, it was already starting to get light outside. With the crying last night and Maxwell's commotion this morning, she hadn't slept well at all. But it was already time for her to get up and work, and there was no time for sleep.As a habit, Flora washed off the scent left by Maxwell and got dressed before leaving the bedroom. As she passed the stairs, she unconsciously glanced in the direction of the third floor. She still had a curiosity about the story behind the third floor. Standing there for a few seconds, she pulled her gaze back when Oliver suddenly appeared, startling her.This man is everywhere, sneaky and elusive! Flora determined that he was Oliver by his gentle and cultured appearance, quickly lowering her gaze."Good morning, Young Master Oliver!""Good morning," Oliver responded with a gentle smile as he observed her. "You...seem to have had a rough night?""No... I'm fine," Flora hurriedly replied. She couldn't tell him that she was dragged out of bed by