Chapter 1180

Layla entered the house with the maid, who paused for a moment, realizing something. "I think Mr. Tyler is in the study," she suggested, glancing at Layla. A small smile formed on Layla's lips. "Okay, sure. I'll head there," she replied, making her way upstairs. Once she reached the study, she opened the door quietly and peeked inside. The room was silent, and to her surprise, completely empty. Layla stood still for a moment, feeling confused. Tyler wasn't there. Normally, she would respect someone's privacy and leave, but something kept her rooted to the spot. After a moment of hesitation, she decided not to walk away. Her eyes were drawn to the soft glow of a dim lamp on the large, dark desk in the middle of the room. Curiosity got the better of her, and she moved closer. The desk was cluttered with papers, documents, and a computer. It looked like Tyler had recently been working there, the mess still fresh. As she scanned the surface of the desk, Layla noticed a photo frame.