Catherine's POV

After I left the study, I searched the room again for the necklace. I even lay on my stomach and looked under the bed carefully.

But I still couldn't find the necklace. It just vanished. Was it really the maid who stole it?

The royal pack had always been strict with the servants. How could a thief blend into the villa?

I was very upset. I had a glimmer of hope when I heard Patricia say that she had an impression of the necklace.

But what should I do now?

I couldn't tell Patricia what the necklace looked like just by describing it.

I was restless, then I thought of my phone. I quickly found it and turned it on.

I checked through the photos in it. As I found the photos that I was looking for, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I almost forgot that I had the photos of the necklace on my phone. I could show them to Patricia tomorrow.

The next morning, clouds obscured the sun and shrouded the city in gloom.

I got up early because I knew that Patricia would come to the lakeside villa early.

I got changed and walked out of my room. Then, I saw Blake leaning against the wall in the corridor and had not changed his clothes yet. He was still in his grey nightgown and had a cigarette in his hand. He seemed to be in a bad mood.

He looked at me and then continued to take a drag on his cigarette.

He looked concerned, so I walked over and asked, "Why are you up so early and smoking? Did something happen?"

the matter?" Blake looked at

woke up early.

But I need to talk

for a moment

to nod when Patricia's voice came from the stairs.

asked so, I said to Blake, "Let's talk later.

suddenly

on. It won't take long. Just wait for me,

gold-rimmed

your necklace from last time? It might belong to an old

to help me find my biological parents, and I was very

have

is. Dowen suspected

There are so many valuable things in your drawer. All the jewels Blake bought were

forced a smile and said, "You are right. I think so,

in recruiting servants. Besides, the servants on duty

that I was making an

a moment, I was speechless. Then, I said, "Patricia, it doesn't matter. I still have the photos of

I had deliberately lost the obsidian pendant. So,

it felt strange since I was the one who lost the

took out my phone and found the photos.

at my face for a while,

of the necklace. She pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose for a

little, raised her head, and looked into my eyes with mingled

with expectations, "Patricia, have

some reason, Patricia's face

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