Specially Maid For You
At the sight of Dahlia heading towards the maid’s quarters, she abruptly shut off her phone.
“Come out. Now,” Catherine commanded, her tone sharp and sinister.
From the shadows emerged a maid, her head bowed in deference.
“You know what to do,” Catherine said, her voice cold.
The maid nodded silently, though her hands trembled. “No mistakes,” Catherine continued, her gaze fixed on the maid. “Or you’ll suffer the same fate as Dahlia.”
A shiver of fear ran through the maid’s body. “I won’t fail, ma’am,” she whispered. “I swear it.”
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