Chapter 11

Oliver returned to the villa, dazed. "Mr. Carter, you're back," one household staff member greeted him cautiously. Every household staff member in the house had something of Cynthia's in their hands—some clothing, a photo frame, a trinket. Judging by the scene, they were preparing to throw it all out. Like someone whose territory had been trespassed, Oliver turned cold and dangerous. His voice was low and thunderous, filled with menace, as he demanded, "Who told you to touch her things?" Startled, one of the household staff stammered, "I-it was… the new Mrs. Carter. She said to throw Ms. Johnson's belongings out." Before she could finish, Oliver snatched a blouse out of her hands, his voice like a whip. "Let me be clear. I'm the owner of this house. Without my permission, no one is allowed to enter her room. Do you understand me?" He paused for a breath before adding sharply, "That includes the new Mrs. Carter." Upstairs, Melissa stood frozen at the railing, having witnessed