Chapter 117

Bellatrix had gotten carried away. In a bid to make the contract as perfect, flawless and scam proof-able as possible, she had forgotten to eat. Now, seated at her desk, with the contract finally drawn up and printed, she stared at the digital clock in front of her, counting the seconds that went by while contemplating if she should step out for some snacks. The deciding factor for her thoughts came in the form of her stomach growling and her lingering medication bottles. So, with a heavy sigh, she got up, grabbed the bottle and walked out of her room. The house has settled into a quieter mood now that night was crawling closer. Most of the lights had been switched off and the maids were nowhere to be found. Bellatrix made her way down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen. She stopped abruptly when her eyes landed on Daisy's figure. As if sensing her presence, the little maid looked up from what she was doing and she brightened. "Mrs. Lan–Miss Bellatrix," she quickly correcte