Chapter 101
The Cross mansion had already roared into life and activities, each servant working with full dedication, seriousness and with a kind of surgical precision that could slice through silence.
Every movement was crisp, rehearsed, perfected because with the kind of pressure and anger lingering in this household.
one little mistake and you might see the devil one on one, or maybe worse, be lynched with words sharp enough to skin the ego off your bones.
Sebastian rolled from one side of his bed to the other, constantly cursing in frustration.
His mind had been too overwhelmed to sleep last night, and now that sleep was finally, mercifully creeping toward him, these hums and distorted chatters outside refused to let him enjoy the luxury.
They seeped through the walls—heels clicking on marble, distant commands, the shuffle of trays turning his room into a cage of noise.
