Chapter 445: Not Everyone Has That Fortune

She stood with her back to the approaching person, unable to see his or her actions, but her years of honed sensitivity made her sense a gradually approaching danger. Slightly turning her head, she caught a glimpse of a stranger in black standing behind her in the dressing table mirror, steadily drawing closer. Sunlight from outside shone on the short knife, reflecting off the mirror and into Cheyenne's eyes, causing a piercing silver glare. Just as the person was about to strike while she was off guard, Cheyenne suddenly turned her head to stare coldly, and her voice sounded like an icy abyss in the room. The person's heart pounded in fear. "Do you need something?" It was the maid who had guided her upstairs earlier, her ordinary face pale, wearing a stiff professional smile. "Miss Lawrence, this is Madam Erica's room. What are you doing here?" Taking a deep breath, Cheyenne replied forcefully, "Master Lewis asked me to bring him here." The little one lifted his delicate face