<h4>Chapter 364: The Enigmatic Hannah</h4>


    E nearly choked. "Devil and the maid?" She could only imagine herself as the poor, helpless maid in this scenario.


    "Eric, can’t you dial back the wickedness?"


    Heughed as he carried her into the bathroom, kissed her lips gently, then set her down and turned on the warm water from the shower. "Isn’t a thrill like this the most fun?"


    "Oh, by the way," Eric continued, "there’s a meeting in two days about casting for the thriller film. You’ll be attending, right?"


    E was reminded of the uing project. The thriller was an adaptation of a popr online novel, and E had personally tracked down the author to sign the deal.


    It was a project she had been eyeing for a long time, one she had fought hard to secure againstpetition from over a dozen other producers. Now that casting was underway, she was excited to be involved, confident she could find the perfect actors to bring the characters to life—just as she had done with Amanda.


    "Of course, I’ll be there," E said coolly. "I’ll be handling the casting myself."


    Typically, she would only rmend actors to the director, but this project was different. After all the work she put into securing the adaptation rights, she wanted nothing more than to see the project be a hit.


    "Whatever you want," Eric murmured, moving closer to her, initiating their "devil and the maid" game...


    ...


    Meanwhile, in the southwestern suburbs of S City, inside a European-style vi, Hannah sat cradling her phone as she made a call. "Mom...e here, please. I’m being mistreated, boo hoo..."


    "Yes, she bullied me. I’m part of the Miller family, yet she shows me no respect whatsoever!" Hannah’s voice turned into a cold sneer.


    Whatever was said on the other end made her smile with satisfaction. "Alright then, Mom, I’ll wait for you." Hannah hung up and leaned back on the sofa, looking tired.


    Logan entered the room, noticing her weariness. "What’s wrong? Are you upset?"


    Hannah shook her head, giving Logan a soft smile. "Thanks to you, I wasn’t humiliated at the party."


    "Protecting you is my duty," Logan said with a gentle smile, sitting beside her.


    Molly, the maid, brought over a bowl of pear dessert, and Logan fed Hannah himself.


    "Oh, I invited Mom toe stay with me," Hannah said with a lightugh. "With Mom here, I won’t be underestimated or bullied again."


    Logan hesitated, momentarily taken aback. Wasn’t this trip supposed to be just for the two of them? Why did she need Mrs. Miller to join?


    Mrs. Miller was the headdy of the Miller family, married to Kyle Miller, and mother to a daughter who bore a striking resemnce to Hannah.


    "Why bring your mother here? Don’t you think I can protect you?" Logan asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.


    "Logan, only my mothermands the authority of nobility. Even though you’re an heir to a prominent family in Country W, your status still can’tpare to hers! When Mom arrives, even the governor will have to show her respect," Hannah replied with a cold smile. Mrs. Miller had always adored her and, Hannah knew, would go to great lengths to defend her, even if it meant taking extreme measures.


    Logan’s irritation remained, but as he looked into Hannah’s eyes, he caught a glimpse of a chilling, bloodthirsty glint. It was as if the old Hannah had returned.


    After being poisoned by a maid, Hannah had suffered a rpse of her mental condition, requiring months of secluded treatment at a private estate. Eventually, she’d recovered, but since then, she’d be more timid.


    Now, as Logan observed her, he saw a familiar darkness in her eyes, a spark he hadn’t seen in a while. And yet, something about it felt disturbingly off.


    "Logan, stay with me tonight!" Hannah clutched Logan’s hand, her eyes shimmering with a pleading look.


    "Of course. I’ll take good care of you," Logan replied, smiling suggestively.


    Just then, Molly entered the room. "Miss Liliana, there’s a call for you."


    Hannah quickly went to take the call, slipping into the back garden.


    Logan had bought this European-style vi for Hannah three months ago because she disliked staying in hotels. But why did she need privacy for this call?


    A sudden feeling of unease washed over Logan. Hannah was bing harder to read by the day, yet he found himself drawn to her mystery.


    In the garden, Hannah’s face had gone pale as she gripped the phone, her lips pressed into a tight line. "Yes... I understand. I know." She hung up slowly, a fleeting look of despair in her eyes before sheposed herself and returned inside.


    Logan was waiting for her, concerned. "What’s wrong? You look upset."


    "Oh, darling, I... I’m not feeling well, so I think it’s best if you don’t stay over tonight," she said with a faint smile, her raspy voice tugging at Logan’s heart.


    "Alright, I won’t disturb your rest then. Our wedding is only a few months away, so make sure to take care of yourself," Logan said tenderly, kissing her forehead before leaving the vi.


    As she watched him walk away, Hannah’s gaze lingered on his back, aplicated expression crossing her face as she let out a soft sigh.


    "Miss Liliana, would you like a milk bath or essential oils for tonight?" Molly asked respectfully.


    Hannah nced at her. "Milk. My beautiful skin owes itself to a nightly thirty-minute milk bath. And of course... your assistance doesn’t go unappreciated. I’ll triple your pay this month."


    Molly beamed with delight. While she asionally bore the brunt of Hannah’s moods, she wasn’t subjected to the rumored abuse, and Hannah’s generosity when pleased made working for her worthwhile.


    "Thank you, honored Miss Liliana. You are truly Molly’s benefactor," she replied gratefully.


    Seeing her maid’s satisfied expression, Hannah smirked with disdain.


    ...


    The next day, E found herself reying Hannah’s appearance in her mind, a lingering sense of unease clouding her thoughts.


    With the backing of the Miller family, Hannah should exude confidence, not weakness. It would make sense if she was merely trying to garner sympathy, but still... something felt off.


    This Hannah, with her fragile demeanor, was perhaps even more dangerous than her former, assertive self. E couldn’t decipher what she was truly after. Humiliating her? Tarnishing her reputation? No, those were too petty.


    If Hannah had spent three years plotting, surely her endgame was bigger than just these small disruptions.


    Lying beside her, Eric stirred awake, noticing her gaze fixed nkly on the ceiling as if lost in thought. He gently turned her face toward him, a yful smile lighting up his eyes. "What’s on your mind? Last night’s game leave that much of an impression?"


    E rolled her eyes. "No. I just can’t shake this feeling that something’s wrong. Hannah has the Miller family, and Logan... shouldn’t there be more to her n than just making a scene?"