Amelie's mouth opened wide as if to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, she simply nodded and agreed with Mrs. Linda.
"Okay, I'll do it, but I don't have a change of clothes," Amelie replied, confused.
"Don't worry, we have special clothes for the servants who work here."
You can go to the room at the end of the hall and ask Mrs. Vanessa for a new uniform."
"Okay, I understand."
"Work hard, and remember that you've been told which rooms you're not allowed to enter, especially Mr. Aaron's room and the basement storage area!"
Linda explained with a very serious expression, not wanting to be argued with.
After hearing Linda's explanation, Amelie walked in the direction she had been told.
Suddenly, the door at the end of the room opened. A man appeared from behind the door. Amelie froze. The man was very handsome, with a firm jaw, sharp eyes, and a strong aura of coldness. He was Aaron Vargas.
Amelie, not wanting to run into the man, chose to immediately back away and hide behind a pillar so Aaron wouldn't see her.
Aaron walked with Eric by his side. They were engaged in serious conversation.
"Make sure you catch him tonight, because I'm going to interrogate that bastard myself!"
Amelia felt her heart pounding as Aaron walked past her. Amelie pressed her slender body even closer to the tall pillar so Aaron wouldn't see her.
In her heart, Amelie vowed that she would never be assigned to meet that cold man.
She didn't want to draw anyone's attention or cause any trouble. She just wanted to do her hard-won job seriously and earn the money she needs to survive.
***
That night, the moon shone pale behind gray clouds. Amelie, carrying a tray of hot tea and biscuits, walked slowly toward the library. She had been told that Aaron often worked late into the night, immersed in silence and thick books.
But at that moment, her steps were stopped by Pamela, a senior maid who stood haughtily. Next to her stood a young maid.
"Amelia, you know that Mr. Aaron usually drinks light alcohol every Wednesday night, so now your job is to go down to the wine cellar next to the basement."
Amelie was about to refuse, but Paula's sharp gaze seemed to brook no argument.
"Okay, I'll get it now."
"Good, you're new here, so you have a lot to learn," said Pamela.
Pamela glared at Amelie as she walked past her, then said to her friend with a sneer.
"Why is she serving hot tea to Mr. Aaron? Isn't it true that every Wednesday night, Mr. Aaron always gets drunk because today is the anniversary of his wife, Mrs. Laura's, death?" Pamela retorted.
"Yes, just let it be. The new girl has a lot to learn and help us with our work. Shouldn't it be your job to give Mr. Aaron his wine?" Lea asked Pamela.
"I'm too lazy to do it. Mr. Aaron is always emotional every Wednesday, so let the new kid bring it to him," Pamela replied sarcastically.
Meanwhile, Amelie walked with a restless heart, as if something was about to happen to her.
Her steps were slow but sure as she walked across the cold marble floor, then turned at the end of the hallway toward the entrance to the basement.
As she passed through the closed room in the basement storage area, she heard a faint commotion. At first, Amelie ignored it. Maybe Aaron was arguing with someone on the phone. But the noise grew louder, mixed with shouts and cries of pain. Curious, Amelie approached.
Her heart pounded as she peeked through the slightly open door. The sight inside Aaron's workroom froze her. Aaron stood in front of a man tied to a chair, his face bruised and covered in blood.
"Tell me where it is!" Aaron yelled, his voice booming. He grabbed the man's hair roughly.
The man shook his head weakly, his lips trembling. "I... don't know..."
Mercilessly, Aaron splashed cold water on the man's face. "Don't lie! I know you were involved in Laura's murder!"
"Hurry up and tell me where that bastard Hendry is hiding now?!"
Amelie's body froze at that moment. She had been told by Linda that Aaron's wife had been murdered, and Aaron was trying to find the culprit.
Then Amelie was shocked when she heard Aaron's screams echoing through the room.
Laura? Aaron's deceased wife? So, this was all about revenge?
Aaron became increasingly frantic. He took a Desert Eagle from the desk drawer and aimed it at the man's head with precision.
"This is your last chance. Tell me exactly where Hendry is hiding right now!"
The man remained silent.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. So don't blame me for being ruthless. "
With a quick movement, Aaron fired two hot bullets right into his forehead.
Blood spurted, staining the expensive Persian carpet. The man slumped limply in his chair, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
Amelie froze. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Aaron, this man she had just met, who seemed cold and mysterious, turned out to be a cold-blooded killer.
Suddenly, Aaron turned his head. He realized someone was peeking through the door. Their eyes met. Aaron's gaze changed from anger to cold and sharp.
"Who's there!" Aaron hissed, his voice low and dangerous.
Amelie tried to escape, but Aaron was faster. He pulled Amelie into the study, then pushed her against the wall.
In the room, Eric was also holding a gun. Eric looked surprised to see Amelie.
"Did you see everything?" Aaron asked, gripping Amelie's arm tightly. The air in the room felt cold and tense as Amelie looked into Aaron's eyes, her body shivering with fear.
Amelie nodded fearfully. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"You mustn't say anything to anyone," Aaron threatened, his voice whispering in Amelie's ear.
Amelie nodded again, not daring to look Aaron in the eye.
"You know, I never leave witnesses alive. You saw me kill that bastard, and that means your fate will be the same as his!"
"No... please don't kill me, Mr. Aaron," Amelie whispered softly.
Aaron brought the gun closer to Amelie's pale face, the smoke from the gunshot still warm against her skin.
Eric replaced the dim room light with a brighter one, allowing Aaron to see Amelie's face clearly. Aaron stared intently at Amelie, transfixed.
Then Aaron released his grip, but his gaze remained fixed on Amelie. There was something strange in that gaze. Not just menace, but also... confusion?
Why does her face look so much like hers?
Who is she?
"You... remind me of someone," Aaron said softly, as if talking to himself. He reached out his hand and touched Amelie's cheek gently.
Amelie shivered. She didn't understand what was happening. Aaron, a killer, was suddenly being gentle with her.
Aaron didn't realize for a moment that the person he was looking at was a new maid. But his mind was filled with sweet memories when he saw Amelie's beautiful face, his thoughts drifting to the past.
Eric, who saw the awkward situation, quickly took action. He grabbed Amelie's arm and pulled her away from Aaron's reach.
"Get out of this room quickly and remember, don't ever tell anyone what you saw earlier, understand!"
Amelie's heart sank when she saw two handsome men standing in front of her, automatic weapons in their hands.