Chapter 42 A Dead Person

At 11 p.m., the villa was brightly lit.

The servants and housekeeper stood in two rows in the hall, heads lowered, nervously wringing their hands, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Lionel paced back and forth, his handsome face icy, hands stuffed into his pockets. His hazel eyes had darkened to match the night outside.

For half an hour, he hadn't said a word, only mechanically repeating his pacing. The overwhelming aura of authority surrounding him seemed to cast the entire room into a state of stillness, as if everything had fallen into a deep slumber.

It was quiet. Unbearably quiet.

Mandy cautiously glanced up, her voice barely above a whisper as she broke the tense silence. "Sir, maybe you should rest. The madam is probably just delayed by something..."

Lionel paused for a moment but then continued his pacing.

Grace shot Mandy a glare and spoke up. "Sir, I reminded madam this morning to come home early. But, you know, she has a habit of... coming back late. Perhaps you should just