Sold to Mr. Mafia
On the way, one of the familiar maids crossed my path.
“Here, miss, let me help,” she offered.
“No, it’s fine. Thank you,” I replied with an awkward smile. She had never been kind to me before, and I had no intention of pretending to forget that.
“Good day, miss,” a male butler greeted as he entered the kitchen with a slight bow.
“Good day, sir,” I returned the gesture, noting he looked to be in his late forties.
“Young Master has given us orders, ma’am. You are now free to go wherever you wish.”
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