Wilma's heart raced as she hurried to catch up. "Master. You're back, and this lady is?"

Tyrone kept walking without stopping, heading straight ahead: "My woman, don't worry about it and go on down."

Wilma caught up again: "Madam has already gone to bed, should I...?"

"No, don't let her disturb us."

Right now, Tyrone didn't want to see Cecilia. If he had to see her, it could wait till tomorrow. He didn't want anything delaying his "feast."

Wilma watched as Tyrone carried Quintessa upstairs, sighing to herself. Young people were so passionate, burning the midnight oil like this.

Quintessa's head spun from being jostled, she said, "Tyrone, put me down first. Can't we have a proper conversation?"

nodded, very seriously: "You're right, what can't be

master could actually say such things. Oh,

bedroom door, carrying Quintessa

minute

Such explosive news, if she didn't tell Madam, she'd definitely be blamed tomorrow Wilma ran to Cecilia's bedroom door and knocked a few times. No response-she must be asleep,

revealing Cecilia, with a mask

needed to rest early. Unless the sky's falling, don't wake me." Wilma cautiously said, "Madam, the young master just brought a

"What are you saying?"

her earlier

her facial mask, "Is this boy out of his mind? Are

"Absolutely."

"Who is this woman?"

shook her head: "I don't know. The young master carried her in. I didn't even see her face. He told me not to

If her son was indeed "feasting," she really shouldn't

got the better

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