Chapter 177 Sir, Did You Forget About Rosalin's Death

A black Bentley drove into a boulevard. The tall trees on both sides were leaning backward. The car drove past the iron gate and garden, heading toward the entrance. The car stopped just in front. Sean got out of the car first before leaning down to carry the woman inside. The woman’s eyes were lifeless. She let him carry her without any screams or struggles. Mr. Summers came out of the house. “You’re back, Sir.” When he said that, his gaze landed on the disheveled woman in his arms. When he saw the man’s suit jacket draped over her body, he was taken aback. He moved his dry lips and bowed down while forcing out a smile. The person in front of him walked past him. The old butler peered at them in secret. With that one glance, his aged eyes grew wide. He was staring at the red booklet. “Sir, let me help you.” The old butler walked to him in a hurry and said with dryness in his throat. He reached out his hand to take over the red booklet that Sean was holding in his hand while car