Chapter 261

Outside the door, the male servant had been pressing his ear to the wood, listening intently, a satisfied grin creeping across his face. The task Mrs. Miller gave him? Consider it done. He was just about to sneak off with the key when he suddenly turned around-only to see a woman stumbling his way. She was dressed light, makeup flawless, but her flushed face and rapid breathing made it clear: something was off. Startled, the servant moved fast to block her path. "Ma'am, this is Mr. Ethan Hilliard's private suite. You can't go in. Please leave." Angelina leaned against the wall, panting. "I'm here to see Mr. Hilliard. Didn't Mrs. Miller inform you?" The servant's face dropped. He threw a glance at the door behind him, then looked back at her, eyes wide. "Wait... you're Miss Miller?" Oh crap. Did he screw this up? Mrs. Miller had told him only one guest would be coming up at this time-and it was supposed to be her. So who the hell did he just let in? If this was the real Miss Miller, the