Leila's POVWalking through the grand corridors of the grand mansion, I arrived at Marcus's wing and everywhere was unusually quiet.I wondered what went on but did not have answers at the moment, but one thing was certain, that something was amiss.Downstairs, near the bustling kitchen, a commotion caught my attention. With my curiosity piqued.I made my way closer, my footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. And there, amidst a small crowd, I saw a chef, clad in his pristine white uniform, being flogged.I frowned. I sought out one of the nearby maids, her eyes wide with fear, her hands trembling as she wrung the edges of her apron."What's happening here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the grim tableau unfolding before me.The maid glanced at me, her expression a mix of apprehension and resignation. "It's Master Marcus," she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the din. "He ordered the chef to be flogged."I felt a cold shiv
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