An Escort for A Billionaire
Sam said as he pulled my hand away from the door.
While talking to Sam, I was still pressing my ear to the door, and at the last second, I heard someone’s footsteps. Then I held Sam’s hand and said, “Sam, wait. Footsteps are approaching us.”
Sam stood again at the entrance and called out, “Excuse me, is anyone in there? We’d like to see Sir Dalton.”
Sure enough, the footsteps stopped right behind the door, and not long after, the doorknob turned, and within seconds; the door opened. A middle-aged maid stood before us. Dust covered parts of her face and clothes like she was cleaning a dirty room or something.
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