Maid To The Three Mafia Kings のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Soon, they both hurried to get ready, aware that they were running late.Breathless, they burst through the door of the kitchen. The room was filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of clinking dishes. Sandra and Andrea were bustling around, serving breakfast in the dining room.Sheila, ever the stickler for punctuality, fixed them with a stern glare. “Tardiness is something that Mr. Jameson, and even I, don’t like...”Millie looked down apologetically. “I’m really sorry, Sheila. It won’t happen again.”“I hope so,” Sheila said, looking serious. “Get something to eat, and I need you two to clean the three rooms upstairs on the second floor.”“The ones that aren’t occupied?” Clara asked.“Yes. I also need you to change the sheets on the beds and the curtains,” Sheila added.“Do we have some visitors coming?” Clara asked again, looking a bit excited.“No. But we like to keep all the rooms in this house clean, even the unoccupied ones,” Sheila said, then turned to Mi

“I’m just tired,” Millie lied smoothly, managing a faint smile.“What are you doing down here?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.She took a steady breath. “I was actually looking for you. It’s about Alfie.”“What about Alfie?”“He didn’t show up for work, and Sandra just told me that he’s in bad shape,” she explained, watching Evan’s face fall. “Clara and I want to go check on him. We’re really worried.”Evan shook his head adamantly. “Millie, you can’t leave. You know that. No one can leave... yet.”Fire flashed in her eyes as she argued, “What about Aidan? He isn’t here now, is he?”“He was able to leave because Don Hugo wanted him to take care of something,” Evan clarified patiently. “If you don’t know by now, the head of the Moretti family is above his own rules.”Millie stared at him contemplatively for a beat, her mind whirring as she weighed their options.“Millie?” Evan prompted when she didn’t respond.Finally, she lifted her chin defiantly. “I dare you to come with me a

The car was unusually quiet as they drove away from Alfie’s house. Millie stared out the window, the lush green landscape blurring into a wash of color as her mind raced. She was still reeling from the disturbing state they had found Alfie in. The shocking image of his battered face was seared into her memory, casting an entirely new light on the brutal depths the Moretti family was capable of sinking into.Her brief interaction with Mr. DeLuca had been a revelation as well. The Morettis’ dark underbelly had shaken her. Up until now, her limited interactions had been with Aidan, Ethan, and Evan—none of whom outwardly exhibited any signs of the brutal behavior they were evidently capable of. Especially Evan. He had always shown her kindness and consideration.Millie snuck a glance into the rearview mirror, catching Evan’s expressionless profile. His chiseled features were unreadable, giving no hint as to his inner thoughts or feelings about the situation. In the seat beside her, Clara

Marionne had arrived at the mansion, and Millie felt her presence immediately. As she hurried down the hallway, her mind reeled from their first encounter. The sophisticated woman exuded entitlement, making her insecurities flare up just by being near her. She needed to find Clara and share every detail of the unsettling interaction.She pushed open the door to the room they had cleaned earlier, but it was empty. “Clara?” she called out, but there was no response. She looked around, noting that the room had already been cleaned. The air had a faint, clean scent. Every inch was shined and dusted.With a huff, she turned and headed for the stairs to the first floor. If Clara wasn’t upstairs, she must be downstairs somewhere. The kitchen seemed the most likely place.Millie pushed open the heavy wooden door to the bustling kitchen. A riot of delicious smells immediately assaulted her senses—roasting meat, fresh-baked bread, simmering soups, and rich sauces. The room was a whirlwind of ac

Millie’s feet dragged across the polished hardwood floor, each step a monumental effort. Her back ached from bending over countless drawers, her fingers still tingling from the cold touch of necklaces and bracelets. For three hours, she had waded through the tsunami of Marionne’s possessions—a seemingly endless parade of silk dresses, glittering jewels, and designer shoes. It was as if Marionne had packed her entire mansion into a set of Louis Vuitton trunks.With bleary eyes and slumped shoulders, Millie navigated the winding corridors of the manor, her mind fixated on the promise of her bed. Just as she rounded the corner toward her wing, a familiar voice cut through her exhaustion-induced haze.“Amelia!”She was startled, nearly stumbling as she turned to face Sheila. The older woman’s lips were a thin line, her eyes narrowed with impatience.“Go and help Clara,” Sheila commanded. “She’s in the wine cellar. Bring the bottles I requested to the living room.”Millie blinked, her fogg