Chapter 0064
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“Do you have a place to stay after you leave?” Violet asked, attempting to strike up a discussion.
There was a brief pause before Naomi answered, “Master Lucius bought me an apartment in the past, but I can’t stay there under the current conditions. Don’t worry, I can look after myself. I’ll be fine.”
Violet nodded. She had done everything she could to help, but Naomi’s destiny was out of her hands.
“I came to see you as a favor to Master Lucius,” Naomi said meaningfully before leaving.
Surprised, Violet looked at her.
Naomi took Violet’s hand, enclosing it in hers, and advised, “Make sure you thank him properly.”
Upstairs, Lucius sat in front of his computer.
The Imperial Palace, fitted with surveillance cameras, allowed him to monitor any part of the estate he chose
- to. At that moment, the screen displayed Naomi and Violet’s farewell on the lawn.
He overheard Naomi urging Violet to thank him properly, and he saw Violet nod earnestly in response.
Of course, he wouldn’t miss a chance to humiliate her.
He scoffed dismissively, and shut off the screen.
He was convinced Violet would approach him, as she was relentless in seeking a way out of her predicament.
Violet, on the other hand, did not come to him for a long time.
“Where is Agatha?” Lucius was questioned over dinner.
Peering outside, George replied, “She’s still in the grass field.”
Lucius responded with a cold grunt, and continued his meal in silence.
Violet returned around eight at night, having modified her weeding schedule to avoid the day’s heat. After quenching her thirst, she wiped her face and headed downstairs.
Lucius, who had been enjoying the balcony breeze, was about to leave when he noticed Violet. Something
made him reconsider leaving, and he sat back down.
He fell asleep on the balcony and awoke at ten, but Violet was nowhere to be found. He wondered if she had
used this as an excuse to sneak into his room.
He stood up and looked around the room, but there was no one there.
“Looking for something, Master Lucius?” George asked, always on the lookout and following him around.
Lucius, masking his concern, casually asked as he closed the door, “Has Agatha not returned?”
“Ms. Agatha has already retired to her room,” George replied truthfully.
Lucius’s complexion, which had remained placid and expressionless, darkened abruptly. Due to his
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“Are you looking for Ms. Agatha?” George asked, ever thoughtful.
Lucius slammed the door in frustration.
The next morning. Violet rose early, intending to start her work before dawn.
She encountered Lucius in the living room, and the man was clearly agitated.
Curious about who had upset him but preferred to avoid attention, Violet touched her nose and attempted to leave quietly.
“Bring me a glass of water!” he ordered sternly from the sofa.
“Me?” Violet glanced around, realizing she was the only one present.
“Who else but you?” he snapped sharply, almost as if she had irritated him.
She calmly poured a glass of water for him to settle down. He sipped his drink, and gave her a stern look.
She quickly recoiled, realizing Lucius was not keen to see her.
“I’ll…go get some work done,” she murmured.
“Stay here!” Lucius yelled at her, and his brow wrinkled.
“What is it?”
“You…”
Why wouldn’t you thank me? He thought it was beneath him to ask this woman to
express her appreciation. Anyway, who would demand gratitude in the first place?
“The water’s too cold,” he complained.
Violet then poured him hot water.
Lucius, not even touching it, grumbled, “Now it’s too hot!”
Violet sensed he was deliberately being difficult. In the end, she decided to ask with a smile, “Lucius, you haven’t fallen for me, have you?”
“Get lost!”
Lucius was frustrated, having expected a thank you from Violet and even hoping she might say it.
He instantly rose, and strode upstairs before Violet could leave.
Violet experienced a dream during her nap, possibly because she was too ready to leave this place. She saw herself as a rabbit, joyously running through a field, the shackles in her hands long gone, with endless
grasslands to explore.
She woke up teary-eyed, then gazed at the vast lawn. She walked downstairs, resigned to her fate.
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The lawn was not for her enjoyment, but for her upkeep.
Stepping outside, she nearly lost her balance in a strong wind. Regaining her footing, she saw Lucius and others hurriedly boarding a helicopter, a rare sight of urgency in his demeanor.
The man, typically composed and graceful, never appearing hurried, now looked as though he was running for
his life.
Violet studied his retreating form before proceeding outdoors.
“Madam Davis will be there soon. You two will be in charge of looking after her,” George stated to two maids
nearby.
Their faces paled, and they begged, “Please, Mr. George, not this.’
They appeared to be preparing for a dreadful ordeal; one of them was.on the edge of tears, and her eyes had
turned red.
