Esme glanced at her questioningly.
"Do my job today," Liz said as she panted because of how fast she ran after her. Why was this girl walking so fast anyway?
"Yes?" Esme's brows tugged together.
"Are you deaf?"
"On the other hand, my hearing is just fine," Esme softly said, "But your job should be done by you."
"You look very happy with the gardening thing you do," Liz scoffed as she placed her hands on her waist.
"I am," Esme glanced at her expressionlessly.
"Don't forget why you are here. If I had not recommended you to the butler, then stepping inside the Castle would never have been this easy to you. Don't you think you owe me one?"
'The Prince is rough in bed. So rough that the maids end up dying one after another. Those who can't please him properly are killed by him. And what he hates the most is lies.'
