Mr. Davenport's mansion was just a few minutes away from the airport. As we stepped out of the car, the cold London breeze hit me, causing me to shiver. In the distance, I could see some househelps hurriedly running out of the mansion to greet us.“Take care of our bags,”Melisa commanded.“Yes, ma'am,” they responded in unison,as they proceeded to fulfil her request.“Let's go inside,” Melisa suggested, slipping her hands into Damien's. He attempted to pull away, but she held on tightly leading him into the house.I scoffed.She was one pathetic woman.“Where is father?”Melisa inquired, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of him.She called mr.Davenport father? How pathetic was this woman?“He has retired to bed, ma'am,” one of the maids informed her. “I was instructed to show you to your rooms.”“Never mind,” Melisa waved her hands in the air dismissing the offer.“I will chose a room myself”“Can you direct me to a room, please? I urgently need to take a hot bath.” I asked
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