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Her behavior seems suspicious to Isabella. What is behind this door? Mrs. Garrett is the head of the maid. She's in her late fifties. When she came here Alex introduced her to that kind looking lady. She has been working here since Alex's birth. Isabella felt somewhat at ease in the company of the older lady. Without giving it much thought, she made her way downstairs. After having her dinner she was about to leave the place, a car horn broke off. Isabella's instincts kicked into motion. She climbed up the stairs quietly and raced towards Zara's room.

"W-what president?" "Yes. He will appoint you." "Ah, I see." Angela stuttered a lot and didn't know what to say. Seeing Angela's cute expression made Regan smile and want to giggle. The woman is hilarious. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" asked Gilbert. "That. Is there no one in this house anymore? How about Alexa?" she asked. "When I arrived, the house was already abandoned, and there were only servants. According to them, Miss Alexa never came back," explained Gilberd.

she said, looking nervous. Meggay raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "What about the guards?" Meggay asked authoritatively. "They can't stop her, Ma'am. She’s damaging the first floor. She’s broken many frames and other things," the secretary said nervously. "She keeps shouting, 'Phoebe, come out!' I suppose it’s Architect Phoebe she wants," she added. Meggay looked at me with a blank face. "What happened?" she asked coldly. I fidgeted with my fingers and licked my lower lip.

Everything felt perfect…almost too perfect. The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned towards the bathroom door, hearing the sound of water running. Richard was still in the shower. I adjusted my robe, making sure it was tied securely before heading downstairs. I opened the door to find one of our maids standing there, a large brown envelope clutched in her hands. “Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted, her head slightly bowed in respect. “Someone dropped this off and said it was for you.”

I felt like a horrible person because Jackson was sending them out of the house because of me, I heaved a sigh and fell helplessly on the bed, then I suddenly remembered where he slept last night. I stood up from the bed and walked towards the secret room. I have never seen such a thing before. Just when I was about to open the secret door, I heard a knock on the door. “Who could it be?” I asked myself as I went to get the door. When I opened the door the maid was standing in front of my room. She looked like a new maid because I haven’t crossed paths with such a maid in the mansion. I lowered my head and noticed she was holding a box in her hand. I couldn’t tell what was inside the box. She

I looked at the screen and displayed on it was the mansion call line. I answered it. "Sir Jayden, there's a problem. Mrs Audrey has escaped the mansion." a feminine voice erupted from the speaker. What? "How the hell did she leave the house?" "I...I don't know sir. I only noticed she was gone when I went to give her lunch in her bedroom."The maid, explained. I was furious and the maid was helping matters, she had no answers to my questions. I ended the call. Dialing the line of the top guard in the mansion. He picked up after two ring.

Mira’s POV) The older housekeeper’s eyes widened in pure shock as she stood frozen in the dark hallway. Her flashlight beam caught me fully robe hanging open, breasts exposed, thighs still slick from everything that had happened that night. For one long, humiliating second, neither of us moved. Then she muttered something under her breath, turned sharply, and hurried away down the corridor.

As I leaned against the wardrobe to steady myself, something shifted beneath my weight. I froze. The wardrobe moved slightly, just enough for me to notice. My heart skipped as I pressed my shoulder against it again. It slid to the side with surprising ease. “What?” I whispered, staring in disbelief. Behind it was a narrow, hidden door. There was no handle, no visible lock, just a seamless outline in the wall. My mind reeled as realization crept in. The maid’s room was next to the study. My breath caught as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The space beyond was dark, but my foot brushed against something solid. I reached out and felt the smooth surface of a bookshelf.

She felt that she had become the weakest and stupidest woman today. How could she not? A hidden marriage that was not recorded by the state clearly made her position even more cornered. What could Feby do? “I'll leave Haikal and Kayla, ma'am. I'm going to the bank first. Maybe there I can find out the number of res or his messenger who can be contacted.” Just as Feby was about to take a step, her mother gently grabbed her arm. Then advised, “Remember, Feb. You have to prepare yourself for the worst.”

I knew it wasn't my place to raid his house without permission, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Marie, his housekeeper, appeared like an angel in an apron. She was a soft-spoken woman with kind eyes who seemed genuinely relieved to have help dealing with her impossible employer. With her guidance, I discovered that, unsurprisingly, the fridge had been hidden in plain sight. I just didn’t know how to open it. Or any of the cabinets. This house was like a luxury Rubik’s Cube.