Chapter 949

　　On a snowy day, there was nothing better than brewing a cup of coffee and lighting a scented candle. 　　The media room was pleasantly warm, the heater running at full blast. Wisps of white steam curled from the kettle's spout, filling the room with warmth. Curled up on the sofa, Tabitha felt as though the cozy atmosphere had melted the tension from her bones. After an exhausting day, she finally got to relax. 　　There were no confidential documents in the media room—only an impressive collection of premium coffee beans. 　　Knowing how much she loved coffee, Algernon had told her long ago that she was free to help herself whenever she liked. 　　Lost in thought, Tabitha noticed from the corner of her eye that the scented candle was about to burn out. She rose to fetch a new one from the cabinet. 　　She pulled open a drawer. Instead of candles, several rolled-up paintings lay neatly inside. She accidentally knocked one out, and the scroll hit the floor with a soft, dull thud. 　　She quickly k