"Of course ma'am," he responded and turned the car, driving back to the mansion.
The moment she got to the mansion, she alighted from the car before Dante could step out to open the car door. She walked inside the house, to her room to check for the file but it wasn't there.
It then dawned on her that she had left it on the dining table. She went back downstairs and checked the table and saw it there but surprisingly it was soaked with coffee.
She glared at the paper, with a shock-filled expression on her face, and clenched her fist.
There was only one person who hated her and would do this to her. It was no other person than Elizabeth Devereux.
She had the guts to ruin the files. How could she do such a thing? She turned to leave when she saw Elizabeth climbing down the stairs with an evil grin on her face.
She was putting on all black, from her head down to her toes like she was going to attend a funeral. Her funeral.
