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If I didn’t hate Daniel so much, I’d be laughing about how he calls his staff tea monsters. To their faces, even.
“No, I’m good. I’m just waiting for my brother so that we can leave.”
“Leave?” Her frown deepens. “That’s not what the master said.”
I hate how my heart that’s been ripped to shreds by his bare hands attempts to gather whatever’s left of the pieces and beat for him.
Being with Daniel isn’t only an experience, but a bloody battle with more losses and casualties. And that’s all I’m suffering from right now.
Casualties.
“What did he say then?” I’m glad my voice sounds casual enough.
“That you’ll be staying here for a while.”
I’m…what? Does he really think I would stay at his house after all that’s happened? Or maybe he still thinks of me as his assistant that he can order around for his one-gram-of-sugar coffee.
“Well, tell him that I’m not staying.”
She winces. “He doesn’t exactly take our calls and whenever he does he’d say, “Wrong number,” and hang up.”
“Wait…he’s not here?”
“No, miss. He left early in the morning. I saw him coming out of your room.”
“You must be mistaken…”
“Of course not, miss. I saw him leaving the room when I was on my way to get my cup of tea with milk and he motioned at me to stay quiet, then he gathered all of us to tell us to serve you as if you’re him.”
My head is unable to wrap itself around all the information tossed my way. Why would he do that after all he said?
“He had a box in his hand, too. And it’s the only thing he took with him. I told him I would pack his bag, but he said there was no need.”
The box…?
I run upstairs to the room and sure enough, the box isn’t in the rubbish bin where I threw it. And neither is the necklace/key.
Did Daniel personally throw away the box?
A sense of panic floods the back of my throat and I start searching for it like a maniac.Please don’t tell me that box is gone.
Fresh tears spill from my eyes as I drop to my knees, searching underneath the console and the bed.
I’m supposed to be getting it together, but losing that box is no different than losing a part of me. I didn’t mean it about completely getting rid of it.
Just when I’m about to have an epic meltdown. I find a folded paper fallen by the side of the bed. My heart skips a beat as I slowly open it and find Daniel’s messy handwriting.
Nicole,
The mansion is yours. I told my English solicitor to transfer it to your name and signed the appropriate documentation.
I also asked Zach to give you an apprenticeship in one of our biggest hotels in London. You have a formidable talent and as much I hated sharing it, the world deserves to have the experience of eating your cooking.
Jayden’s education will also be taken care of.
Make London your home again as you always secretly wished.
You don’t have to worry about Christopher or the custody case anymore. The cunt got what was coming for him and won’t be bothering you going forward.
