Mr. williams! madame is dying Novels & Stories

Oliver approached Percival, leaning over to whisper, “Boss, Lee is calling. Would you like to take it?” A wave of unease shot through Percival’s heart. He paused the meeting and took the phone amid curious glances. “What is it?” On the phone, Lee asked, “Sir, I'm calling to ask if the madam is with you?” “What do you mean?!” Percival stood abruptly from his chair, his expression tense, his grip on the phone tightening until his knuckles turned white. “Sir...” the butler’s voice trembled, “The madam is missing.”

“What words, Mr Williams?” “Uhh, that... that, you are not a real queen and that... that you’ll sink us all into oblivion. and also...” He sighed again, his shoulders sunk and his face turned regretful as he huffed. “I do hate to repeat these words to you, your majesty.” “Mr Williams, I can see it’s troubling you, but I am not made of glass, so please... continue.” “He said... he claimed you were a whore ma’am.”

"You must be mistaken. I'm not his wife!" Zyra said in surprise. May was stunned. She stared at Zyra for a while, still not believing. "Isn't it? Why do you look so alike…" "What looks like?" Zyra asked curiously. "In the photo, I saw Sir's precious wife's photo!" May replied. These words made Zyra's heart skip a beat. Could it be… "May, she's not Madam. Madam has passed away." At this moment, a gentle voice said.

I was desperately clinging to that hope, praying that he would tell me it was just a cruel joke. But the silence on the other end of the line told me otherwise. When Mr. Williams finally spoke, his tone was gentle but firm. "I'm afraid not, Miss Madison. He's gone." I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand as tears streamed down my face. The words kept echoing in my mind: "He's gone." "Mr. Williams..." I tried again, my voice barely a whisper. "Miss Madison, no matter how many times you ask, the answer is going to be the same." His words were soft, almost kind, but they cut through me like a knife.

A faint irritation flickered across his face, quickly replaced by something sharper. He called the villa. “Where is Madam?” he demanded. “Don… Madam passed away. Sudden heart failure.”

Wilson whispered urgently, "The old lady's having an episode. We need assistance!" Several maids rushed over, soothing Old Madam Guller with comforting words. "Young Madam King will be back soon." "That's right, she just called. She'll be here soon, and she wants you to rest." The maids continued their gentle reassurances. Neve's grip on her purse tightened, anger coloring her vision. Young madam? SHE was the future young madam of the Guller family! This damn woman. It would be easier if she just dropped dead!

“What is it? Don’t whisper like you’re keeping secrets from us. Say it out loud!” Ronie apologized softly before saying... “Madam… Boss… we found Marissa, the maid.” Everyone froze. The clatter of cutlery stopped. Emily tilted her head in confusion, nibbling on a strawberry. Ronie’s next words were like a blade slicing through the joyous morning. “But... She’s dead.” The room fell into silence. Cold and suffocating silence. Cassie’s breath hitched, her arm tightening around Emily instinctively. Gloria’s fork slipped from her hand, clattering onto the plate.

But Scholar Francis just point on something and when she look at it, she suddenly have an urge to cry and blame herself even more. Inside the room, there was a body lying on the floor...completely lifeless. Madame Irene was dead.

“By the way, I am surprised you’re concerned about my internet exploration, you have never showed any interest” “Oh dear Alex, you’d better appreciate my little attention while I’m still at it” “Yen! Yen! Yen! Thank you. You’re underestimating my job, instead of you to be my biggest fan” Alex mumbled. “Alexander the internet explorer!” Finn teased as he drank more chilled wine. Just then, Madison the maid came to serve my meal. “Thank you Madison” I drew out the cutleries to starteddevouring. “Sorry to cut into your conversation. I also used the Love station application “ Madison told us.

Leonard crashed against the window, the glass spiderwebbing under the impact. For a moment, everything stilled. Leonard slumped against the broken pane, coughing, blood dripping from his mouth. He looked up at William and laughed again—a hollow, broken sound. “Even if you kill me… you can’t erase me.” William stepped forward, pipe still in hand, but didn’t swing. “You’re already erased,” he said, voice low. Behind them, the sounds of the battle continued, Lily’s voice ringing out with sharp commands. “Adrian, left flank! I’ve got the stairwell!”