Housekeeper and the Billionaire
Nevertheless, this time, something felt different.
After hearing a knock on the door, I began to head in that direction. Perhaps it was Mrs.Cha, who came to pick me up. I was clueless as to whether or not she was aware of what took place the previous night. Maybe she heard about it in the news and was too scared to return. As soon as I flung open the door, a swarm of individuals poured in, dragging a couple of clothes racks behind them. I was so startled that I anchored myself to the wall and let them in.
The designer eventually came in and introduced herself. All of the racks were set up in the living room for viewing. I kept my eyes on the door, hoping Winston would arrive soon to offer as