  Still avoiding her, Cara called out coldly, &quot;Mrs. Wilson!&quot;
      The maid, Martha Wilson, quickly rushed out from the kitchen. &quot;Mr. Cara, you're back.&quot;
      &quot;Who let her in?&quot; he demanded as he pointed at Adley, &quot;Haven't I told you before not to let anyone in if I'm not at home?&quot;
      Mrs. Wilson looked at Adley. &quot;Sir, I thought that since Ms. Ryan is your fiancée, you two would be married eventually, so...&quot;
      &quot;I will cut your bonus for this month!&quot; He did not want to hear her explanation and punished her directly.
      Mrs. Wilson smiled nervously. &quot;Yes, Sir.&quot;
      &quot;Cara, what do you mean by this?&quot; Adley was displeased.
      It is evident that he doesn't want me here; that's why he's punishing Mrs. Wilson for letting me in.
      Cara did not intend to reply. Instead, he rubbed his brows in fatigue

  There were only two apartment units on this floor. One was home to Braylee and her two children, while the other was unoccupied.
      If it were not for her staying up late, Cara might end up lying along the corridor the whole night.
      &quot;I live here.&quot; Half-asleep, he shook his head to try to stay awake and replied hoarsely.
      Braylee was startled. &quot;Here? Right across?&quot;
      She pointed at the door to her left as she asked.
      Cara affirmed and handed her a magnetic stripe card. &quot;Please, my head is spinning.&quot;
      &quot;Alright.&quot; Having overcome her initial shock, Braylee quickly took the card.
      Beep! The door opened and the whole apartment lit up.
      After helping Cara in, she placed him on the sofa and looked around his apartment.
      His place was much bigger than hers, but it seemed deserted as there was nothing else besides 

  &quot;Do you know how to dye fabric?&quot; Instead of approving right away, Cara voiced his doubts.
      To him, dyeing fabric was always the experts' job.
      Could she take on this responsibility? She's still young in this business.
      It would be impossible for him to let her experiment on such expensive fabric!
      As if she could read his mind, Braylee closed her laptop and said, &quot;Don't worry, Mr. Cara. Since I have the courage to request a dye room, it means I can certainly handle it. I don't take this lightly.&quot;
      Upon hearing this, Cara looked at her with a faint smile. &quot;Since you sound so confident, I shall ask Silas to make the necessary arrangements.&quot;
      &quot;Thank you very much, Mr. Cara.&quot; Elated, Braylee quickly bowed to him.
      Cara lifted his head slightly. &quot;Don't be too excited yet. Although I approved your request for a d

Still avoiding her, Cara called out coldly, &quot;Mrs. Wilson!&quot;
      The maid, Martha Wilson, quickly rushed out from the kitchen. &quot;Mr. Cara, you're back.&quot;
      &quot;Who let her in?&quot; he demanded as he pointed at Adley, &quot;Haven't I told you before not to let anyone in if I'm not at home?&quot;
      Mrs. Wilson looked at Adley. &quot;Sir, I thought that since Ms. Ryan is your fiancée, you two would be married eventually, so...&quot;
      &quot;I will cut your bonus for this month!&quot; He did not want to hear her explanation and punished her directly.
      Mrs. Wilson smiled nervously. &quot;Yes, Sir.&quot;
      &quot;Cara, what do you mean by this?&quot; Adley was displeased.
      It is evident that he doesn't want me here; that's why he's punishing Mrs. Wilson for letting me in.
      Cara did not intend to reply. Instead, he rubbed his brows in fatigue and ordered her to leave. &quot;You may go now!&quot;
      &quot;No, I will not.&quot; Adle

Chapter 55 Who Let You In