Over time, Sylvia and Violet became morefortable with each other and eventually, Violet broached


    the subject. “Miss, I think Master Carter seems kind of distant toward you. Did you two fight?”


    Sylvia was taken aback by this question and asked Violet, ’’Don 1 you know about what happened?”


    “What happened?” Violet asked with a nk look.


    Sylvia seemed surprised by this and proceeded to exin, “He thinks I’m the one responsible for


    putting Madam Carter in this state.”


    “Huh?!” Violet asked with widened eyes.


    Sylvia became curious. "Haven''t you heard anyone talk about this?"


    Violet exined, "Everyone said that Madam Carter became like this because she identally fell.


    Besides, I don 1 think you ’ re that kind of bad person who would do something like that.”


    Sylvia smiled and said nothing.


    She suddenly remembered what Tara said to her on purpose to provoke her thest time they met.


    Since even Violet was not informed of the details, how was it that Tara came to know how she was the


    one who pushed Madam Carter down the hill? How was she so confident in using her of working


    with Edmund?


    It seemed to Sylvia that Violet knew about what happened at the resort on that day.


    Was it Odell who told her, or did she get the information from someone else?


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    Come to think of it, Ramona and the others knew about what happened to Madam Carter as well. Even


    though Ramona and Tara were not acquainted, Ramona was an avid collector of paintings and must


    have connections to many famous artists. It was rather likely that their social circle intersected at one


    point or another and that was how Tara came to know of the details.


    The next morning.


    Sylvia was just swapping shifts to take care of Madam Carter. As soon as she stepped out of Madam


    Carter’s room, she ran into Odell.


    He was wearing a ck shirt with an uninterested look on his face. His aura was as imposing as usual.


    She shrank subconsciously.


    Odell nced at her before walking past her to enter Madam Carter’s room.


    She heaved a sigh of relief, then went upstairs to the bedroom.


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    She took a shower, put onfortable pajamas, and nned to catch some rest.


    As soon as she emerged from the shower, she saw a man inside her room.


    He was leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him. His dark eyes fixed intently


    on her.


    She felt the strength drain out of her legs against her will.


    That was when a thought suddenly urred to her.


    She recollected herself and went to him without being prompted to.


    He gave her a narrow look.


    She put her arms around his neck, then stood on tiptoe to kiss him on his lips.


    A queer sort of silence descended on the room for several seconds.


    He wrapped hisrge, muscr arms around her waist.


    In an instant, she found herself on the bed.


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    After a series of hectic actions, a wave of silence reigned over the room again.


    Sylvia was lying in his arms. Upon noticing that he was about to leave, she pinned him down with her


    weight and spoke in a soft voice, "Odell, could you stay here?”


    Odell paused and regarded her with an odd look.


    She suddenly exined, "I know you hate me, but I want to be more than a tool for you to release your


    frustration on. I want you to sleep with me even if just for a while."


    With that, she fixed him with an expectant look.


    He remained silent for a moment with a furtive look. Then, hey down and shared a pillow with her.


    He did not utter a single word, but he silently put his arms around her.


    It would appear that he agreed to her request.


    She rested her head on his chest.


    After some time, she could feel Odell’s breathing turn into a slow and regr rhythm. That was when


    she carefully pried herself away from his arms.


    She gently rolled past him and got out of bed. Then she dug his phone out of the shirt thrown on the


    floor.


    She found the phone.


    She had seen him unlock it with a fingerprint.


    She picked up his right thumb and pressed it onto the fingerprint sensor. Immediately, the phone was


    unlocked.


    She stealthily took the phone to the balcony and entered the familiar phone number of Sherry. She


    drew a deep breath and made the call.


    It only rang twice before someone picked up.


    The first thing Sherry asked was, “Who’s this?” Sylvia whispered, “Sherry, it''s me."