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Stepping out of the living room, the night had grown very deep.
All the wall lamps of The Baileys' Manor were lit, but Anna Jadwin wouldn't be foolish enough to stand at the door to keep watch for her.
If it weren't for the temporary use of Minette Morgan to obtain an ID card, she would have run away long ago.
Being a minor was such a hassle.
Before leaving, she would teach Minette Morgan a lesson about "child abuse."
Anna Jadwin yawned tiredly, having not slept well for days, all the guest rooms on this floor were occupied.
She walked all the way down to the lobby and didn't see any servants—were they all asleep?
Anna Jadwin sat on the sofa, her back and waist aching, and she couldn't help but want to fall asleep the moment she leaned against a pillow.
Anna Jadwin curled up hugging her knees, like a child lacking a sense of security, unaware of the dangerous presence approaching—