Downstairs, Kristina Kingston returned from the kitchen to the living room, and at a glance, she noticed Mary was missing. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, she glanced towards the yard, her heart skipped a beat, and she asked the housekeeper, "Where’s Mary?" The housekeeper snapped back to reality and looked around, "..." appearing completely clueless. At this moment, Mia Lane sitting on the sofa gently replied, "Mary went upstairs, are you looking for her? Should I call her?" Kristina Kingston felt a heavy thump in her heart and stepped towards the staircase! Mia Lane watched her go upstairs... feeling a bit peculiar. In the locked room upstairs, Gigi and Dolly tiptoed to the door, pressing their ears against it—children are always curious—who might be outside? The girl outside the door was startled, turning around to meet the gaze of a middle-aged woman! She patted her chest and exhaled a sigh of relief, "Madam, you scared me." "What are you doing here?" Kristina Kingston stepped onto the last stair and walked towards her. Mary replied with a smile, "I remember I left some things here, usually no one comes here, but why is it locked today?" Kristina Kingston asked, "What things? Are they important?" "Not really important." Mary glanced back at the tightly shut door, still puzzled, "Why lock it?" "I stored gold bars and moved the safe inside." Kristina Kingston casually found an excuse. Mary nodded vaguely, not mentioning the need to find her things, "Madam, let’s go down then, as they aren’t particularly important, I can get them anytime later." Kristina Kingston turned and stepped towards the stairs, with Mary beside her, the mistress and servant walked downstairs. Yet Mary couldn’t help but glance back as she walked, looking at that door a couple more times, inevitably feeling strange. Kristina Kingston’s face remained indifferent; regardless whether this girl was suspicious, she wouldn’t let her go upstairs again and would keep a close eye on her. The dinner was prepared especially lavishly, in the meticulously decorated dining room, a multi-million-dollar crystal chandelier cast a mysterious blue glow. The long crystal tabletop was covered with various dishes and red wine. A large portion of sirloin steak costing a hundred thousand, with exceptionally good color. Crab roe buns were Mary’s favorite, two portions were prepared. White fish soup was suitable for Justin Kingston’s stomach’s nourishment. Different flavors of crab powder, sea urchin, and caviar had three portions each... Every item on the table was made from top-quality ingredients. Though Kristina Kingston spoke little, her face habitually carried a chilly expression. Yet from this dinner, it wasn’t hard to see her attitude towards the children’s return; it was one of warm welcome. Mia Lane and Justin Kingston exchanged a glance, with smiles touching their lips, they sat down at the dining chairs. Mary and Kristina Kingston sat on the same side. The dinner atmosphere was warm, serene... Even though everyone didn’t engage in much communication, upper-class etiquette dictated silence during meals. Night gradually descended, tonight’s moon was as beautiful as a fairy, spreading a layer of silver light across the ground, while the stars in the sky started to twinkle, each one vying for attention. The seaside villa recently seemed somewhat quiet. Anton Miller didn’t like crowds; since Mia Lane left, only Ms. Tancred remained here. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on N0velFire.ɴet "Mr. Miller, welcome back." Ms. Tancred greeted him at the doorway, "What would you like to eat tonight?" "I don’t want anything, you do your own thing, don’t bother about me." As his words fell, he had already reached the staircase. Ms. Tancred watched the figure that didn’t look back as he went upstairs, feeling a bit heartbroken. Since Miss Lane left, he had shut himself off; it was evident that he was unhappy. What exactly is love? With so many women in the world, why did the two brothers fall for the same one? If it weren’t for Mr. Kingston being a captivating presence, perhaps Miss Lane might have favored Mr. Miller too?