Chapter 9

This question made the maid's face turn pale. "Mr. Hart, the report has been got rid of." Max frowned. "What did you say?" The maid was so frightened by his gloomy aura that she was about to cry, so she could only explain in a panic, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hart. I didn't throw it on purpose, but the report was already rotten, and I didn't think much about it at the time." She didn't have the desire to explore the things thrown by the Hart family. Moreover, Max often shredded some documents of company secrets. She was just a person who relied on this job for money to live a peaceful life, so she didn't think much about it that day. Until these two days when she started to prepare the herbal tea, she thought it was the special tea for Mrs. Hart's illness, but she didn't expect it to be antipyretics. Her words made Max frown. He knew Elizabeth didn't look right. In such heavy rain