Chapter 311
The Bamboo Court was located on the eastern side of the estate, the most elegant section of the property. The courtyard housed several suites, all meticulously cleaned and beautifully maintained.
“Ms. Fuller, this is your room. Rest well. I’ll arrange for some maids to take care of you. If need anything, just let them know.”
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“Got it,” Felicia replied, yawning as if she were too tired to care. She stepped inside, shut the door behind her, and flopped onto the soft, spacious bed. With a quick kick, her shoes flew off, and she buried herself under the comforter like she was ready to sleep the night away.
However, under the blanket, her eyes snapped open, wide awake and sharp.
Maurice was a deranged control freak. That psycho had hidden cameras in the room.
The moment Felicia entered the suite, she felt the unnerving sensation of being watched. Pretending to yawn, she quickly scanned the room. The décor was almost flawless, but one painting on the wall stood out–it didn’t match the room’s style, and it was clearly a recent addition.
It was obvious the frame had been mounted just recently to conceal the hidden pinhole camera behind it.
She had no doubt Maurice was watching her right now, scrutinizing her every move.
Dealing with him was like walking a tightrope over a pit of sharks. As long as she was useful, Maurice wouldn’t make a move. But the moment her value ran out–or if she defied him- there was no chance he’d let her go
alive.
With a sigh, Felicia tossed the blanket off her head, rolled onto her side, and closed her eyes.
Elsewhere, Maurice stared at the screen displaying the live feed from the hidden camera. Listening to the sound of Felicia’s steady breathing, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “She’s got guts. Sleeping so soundly in this situation.”
A nearby subordinate reported, “We’ve been monitoring her closely, Mr. Glovers. Ms. Fuller has been quiet, with no unusual behavior. Even earlier, when she was brewing the medicine, she didn’t interfere with anything.”
“Keep watching,” Maurice instructed. He glanced at the screen one more time before shutting it off. “Send a few maids to look after her.”
After a pause, he asked, “Right, What about Abbie?”
The subordinate hesitated before replying, “She survived. When she was thrown into the
Clubyrail
crocodile pit, she got away with just a few scratches. Her face is scarred, but she didn’t lose any limbs. Still, the incident scared her badly.”
Maurice’s lips curved into a sly grin. “Perfect. Send her to take care of Felicia.”
He leaned back in his chair, chuckling to himself. “One woman who claims Stephan threw her away, and another who Stephan treats like a princess. Let’s see what happens when they’re in the same room.”
When Felicia woke up, the sky outside was pitch black.
Out of habit, she reached under her pillow for her phone to check the time, but her hand found nothing.
Reality hit her immediately–she wasn’t in her stall rented apartment. She’d been abducted.
Sitting up in bed, Felicia remembered the camera in the room. She let out a fake yawn, slipped on her shoes, and shuffled toward the door.
It was just past 1:00 am.
Quietly, she wandered toward the kitchen, thinking she might whip up a late–night snack or at least find something to eat.
To her surprise, the kitchen light was already on. A woman in a maid’s uniform stood at the sink, washing glasses.
Felicia walked in, opened the fridge, and grabbed a bag of bread. Without hesitation, she tore the bag open and started eating.
The woman turned around, and as soon as she saw Felicia, her hands froze. The glass she’d been washing slipped from her fingers, shattering loudly on the floor.
Startled, Felicia glanced at the maid.
The woman was young and had a decent figure, but her face was marred by deep scars-
slashes that had clearly been made by something sharp. The wounds were brutal, leaving her permanently disfigured.
