Flipping through thetest month''s video files...


    Millie had already been asleep when the sound of the front door opening downstairs jolted her awake, a smile creeping onto her lips despite herself.


    Leaving with such final words, and now, just a few hourster, she''s back?


    Hmph, Beverley, that old witch, always ying games!


    Daring enough to leave her here all alone, huh? Well, she still had a cool five million in her ount.


    Who''s afraid of who?


    If Beverley''s back, that means Sadie and Lara must being back too. Just perfect, Millie was starting to feel peckish. Maybe she''d ask Lara to whip up some chicken soup... Millie wandered around the living room before checking the kitchen, but there was no one around.


    She looked around, puzzled.


    Suddenly, she noticed a pair of men''s leather shoes by the entrance!


    Was Murray back?


    Her mind racing, she quickly changed into a nightgown and tiptoed toward the study.


    Knock, knock, knock-


    "Murray, you''re back, aren''t you?"


    As if she didn''t already know.


    The study light was on; who else could it be but Murray?


    Just when Millie thought she wouldn''t get a response, a deep, resonant voice came from inside-


    "Come in."


    Suppressing her excitement, she smiled and pushed the door open.


    "Murray..."


    Murray nced up at the woman approaching him.


    She was dressed in a redce nightgown, the fabric around her chest revealing more than it hid, with thin straps draped over her pale shoulders. No charm, just boldness.


    Seeing that Murray seemed calm, Millie softened her tone, "When did you get back? Workingte again? You''ve been at it for weeks, you must be tired. Here, let me give you a massage..." en FindNovel


    She found a reasonable excuse for the man''s half-month absence and smiled as if theirst explosive argument had never happened. Murray looked at her nearly ingratiating smile, feeling indifferent.


    Disgust was his burden to bear.


    Contempt could not alter reality.


    So, why not just ignore it?


    However, his calm appearance made Millie think she had his tacit approval.


    She ced her hands on Murray''s shoulders, and seeing no resistance, boldly reached toward his chest.


    "Murray, you''ve been away for weeks, don''t you miss me, or the baby?"


    Murray caught her wandering hand firmly.


    Millie froze.


    "Who has been in the study, touching the files? You know, don''t you?"


    "How would I know?" Millie chuckled, "Though, Beverley is the likely suspect. But I don''t think she did it: on purpose. What insurmountable issue Gould there be between


    mother and son? Even if it was Beverley, you shouldn''t take it to heart..."


    "Really?" Murray''s smile didn''t reach his eyes.


    "Sigh, Beverley might really be upset, probably went back to the family estate with Sadie and the others. I didn''t dare to stop her, but the baby and I still need someone to take care of us. What do you think we should do now, Murray?"


    "What do you want to do?"


    "Let''s not worry about Beverley; she might still be angry. But Sadie and Lara, and the chauffeur, they should stay with me, right?" Murray let out a coldugh.


    Millie was confused.


    "I''ll ask onest time, are you sure it was my mother who touched the files?"


    Millie''s eyes flickered uncertainly. "Beverley is the prime suspect, that''s the obvious truth, isn''t it?" p-p-


    Murray suddenly stood up and pped her twice.


    Then, grabbing Millie by the hair, he forced her to face the screen, "Then how do you exin this?"Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.