Chapter１７

"Go ahead, master. Get rid of him right away!" 

An opportunity like this doesn't come along every day!

To do this, I try my best." After a few minutes of driving, the cab driver noticed that Paddy had not yet caught up. "Miss, are you Mr. Paddy's girlfriend?" he inquired.

"Wow! This is incredible!" I responded with a sarcastic tone.

When I think of his complacent expression, I can't help but want to slap him.

The cab driver stopped for a moment before saying, "instead, you look like a pair of lovers in disagreement..."

"What?"

"Even though Mr. Paddy is overflowing with lace-related news, it's inevitable that such stories will fade into obscurity. Who hasn't been naive and narcissistic when they were young? Don't get furious, Miss. Forgive him... for the sake of a car full of roses... It's not cheap to buy flowers these days."

I nearly vomited blood and nearly died.

When I stepped out of the car and paid the fare, I caught a glimpse of the Swifts' mansion. I had no idea when "the star mansion" had been carved on the wall. I had a nagging suspicion that something was wrong. I inspected the buildings inside with great care. The white exterior wall suddenly turned brick red, and I had no idea when it happened!

"Excuse me, miss, who are you looking for?" the security asked me as soon as I entered the building.

If so, how long have you been a guard of this area? Rather than becoming agitated, I adopted the demeanor of my family's oldest daughter "What happened to Jonas? Jonas had previously guarded this location."

"Miss, have you returned yet?" Heidi, who was tinkering with the plants and flowers, ran over and hastily cleaned his hands. "For the first time in three years, I feel relieved. Miss, you've finally arrived! :D"

"Heidi, what's your outfit for today?" I squinted my eyes at the path she had just taken, and was suspicious "Is it time to trim the bushes? Just instruct your personal assistants to carry out this task."

The family looks up to Heidi as a housekeeper. After a long period of high regard, she groaned, "Miss, you don't know, I've been demoted and now I'm a gardener in charge of gardening."

"What about gardening? Isn't that something Kent is in charge of all the time? Hard labour is involved in pruning branches. Then again, who in this family would degrade you?"

"Is there anyone else who may possibly be here?" Heaved a sigh, Heidi let out a breath of "Kent has long since disappeared. The grandpa's appoints have all been sacked after his death. I also made a concerted effort to secure my current position..."

"How is this possible?" Initially, I was surprised that the company had changed. There is even a change in the family!

In the middle of her despair, Heidi came to a realization "You have to open the door fast, Noel. This is Miss Trista! It's great to have her back after a long trip."

"I'm very sorry, Miss!" The guard showed his respect by bending his head. The golden carved door gently opened once he pressed the switch.

Heidi followed Heidi's lead and walked ahead of her. "At this hour of the day, how could you return? In the company of Mr. emos and Miss Ashley,"

Someone vaguely recalled hearing laughter not far away "Look directly into the lens of the camera! Heave a sigh of relief and lean over to your wife's side..."

I couldn't shake the feeling of dread I was experiencing. When I got closer, I saw that emos and Ashley were busy taking pictures for a wedding!

Emos, who was dressed in a brown suit, was clutching Ashley's waist and smiling fondly at the time. Her white bridal dress and his loving embrace made her feel like a princess. Suddenly, the brick red home was only a backdrop, and the leaves were moving about like they were in a picture.

"OK! This is a great position!" Some images were taken by the photographer before he said, "nearly, today's shooting is done."

"Sister? Have you returned?" She dashed to me in her bridal gown, dragging it behind her. "We were all concerned when you unexpectedly ran out of supplies the other day! How are you? Did you get a cold because it rained so much the day before? No, I don't think so."

"I'm not here to see you perform; I'm here to receive something." I made my way between them and neared the house, my face expressionless.

Ashley's voice was heard coming from the back. "However, she is always my sister. For this, we must make amends to her. Let me reassure you that my sister isn't a jerk. First, you and the photographer can browse over the images and choose which ones you like most; the rest is up to me!"

“Ashley……”

No need to be alarmed; everything will be OK.

It broke my eyes to see their tenderness. After thinking about it, I don't think I need to stop and listen to them explain!

I went upstairs and opened my door. I was taken aback by the dramatic shifts in front of me.

hovel?

How did I end up with a laundry room in my bedroom?

"Please slow down, sister! Hold on, I'm coming!" Ashley, panting behind, ran downstairs.

As I entered the room, I noticed a strange pile of rotting cloth on the floor. I lowered myself to the ground and picked up a small chunk. The fact that this was my mother's favorite dress is astounding to me.

What exactly is going on here?

In the storage area, all of Mom's clothes were neatly stacked. How were they able to be so brutally hacked and then dumped here?

In addition to clothing, look at the combs and jewelry boxes my mother used to keep her hair in place... They were strewn all over the place!

I reluctantly picked up the broken picture frame that had fallen to the ground. My mother's portrait has been scratched for some reason that I have no idea about.

Who did this?!

In the last three years, what has been going on? How can she be subjected to this?

"What are you doing so quickly, Sister?" As Ashley's pleased voice came from behind, I could hear it. "Mom's artifacts should be placed in your room because Dad says it's the ideal spot. If you don't mind, of course."

"So, why don't you tell me?" I held the portrait up in my palm.

"Well..." "Maybe the servant was clumsy and shattered it when he moved it..." Ashley feigned not to know.

If that's the case, then what gives?

"Ink?" "Isn't it a knife mark?" she inquired.

"Yes! It's a knife cut!" Step by step, I made my way towards her. When I first saw it, I was flabbergasted.

To my surprise, she hadn't been thoroughly vetted by anyone else. It would appear that she is somehow connected to this situation!

Ashley rushed to explain, "sister, you misinterpreted me."

"When you look at the photo frame, it's facing away from you. If you don't know what's on the front, how can you judge its quality? Do you still want to argue?!"