The next morning at the Moore’s family.
“Ask her to come down!” A magnetic and cold voice came out from the man’s thin lips.
His handsome and cold face was emotionless. A pair of dark deep eyes looking gloomy. The room was deadly silent, servants were all lowering their heads and did not dare to make a sound. It was so suffocatingly gloomy.
Mrs. Lee was very attentive to detail. She could tell from the Young Master’s face that he was unhappy. Did Ms. Xander offend him?
She quickly went upstairs. It was a misty early morning. Monique was still sleeping.
She opened her eyes as she heard the loud knocking on the door. Who was knocking on the door?
Her heartbeat sped up. Could it be Henry?
She quickly woke up and removed the wooden chair clumsily, then opened the door.
Mrs. Lee heard the rustling sound inside. The door was not opened after so long. She knocked once more.
“Who is that!” Monique opened the door impatiently, yet she saw Mrs. Lee standing outside. She instantl