Chapter 290 Keeping a Secret

Meanwhile, Lisa had made it to the Robertson mansion. She stood at the front door, her heart racing, glancing over her shoulder nervously. She knocked, her fist hitting the door harder than she intended. A maid opened the door, dressed in a neat uniform, and gave Lisa a polite smile. “May I help you—” But Lisa shoved past her, barely acknowledging the maid’s existence. “Gretta! Gretta, where are you?” she called out, her voice echoing through the grand foyer. The maid hurried after her, flustered. “Miss, please, you need to be quiet. Madam doesn't like loud noises—” But Lisa didn’t care. She kept calling out for Gretta, louder this time. After a tense minute, Gretta appeared at the top of the grand staircase, her perfectly manicured hand resting on the banister. She wore an elegant dress that looked expensive, and her face was a mixture of annoyance and surprise. “Lisa,” Gretta said, her voice cool but curious. “What on earth are you doing here, barging in like a maniac?” Lisa d