Chapter 92

At 7:10 pm, Zachary stepped into the villa and was greeted by an unsettling quiet. In the living room, Mason sat alone, carefully piecing together a puzzle. "Where's Cynthia?" he asked sharply, his brows knitting in disapproval at seeing Mason left unsupervised. Mason lifted his small, innocent face. "Ms. Lynch said she knew you'd be back by 7:00 pm, so she left on time. She said she was going to cook dinner for Mr. Gibson." "Cook dinner for Marvin?" Zachary thought to himself. Zachary's handsome face immediately hardened, and a storm seemed to be brewing in his dark eyes. Turning to Jesse, his voice dropped dangerously low. "What's going on?" Jesse, visibly nervous under Zachary's piercing gaze, stammered, "I-I'm not entirely sure, Mr. Beaver. Ms. Cynthia texted earlier today, saying she'll be going to Mr. Gibson's place every evening to cook dinner for him. She asked me to adjust her schedule so that she can leave by seven." Zachary's jaw clenched, his expression unreadable as