Sniffing the strong durian smell in the room, Mya blinked while watching him.

“Does Finnley dislike this smell?

Mya immediately stood up, closed the box, and tied the bag. Then she trotted into the bedroom.

Shortly after, she rushed out to turn on the ventilation system in the living room.

“Are you all right?" She trotted to the bathroom door. Seeing him washing his hands, she could tell he had overcome it. She felt sorry. “I'm OK.” When Finnley left the bathroom, he could tell the durian smell faded slightly. “Have you finished it all?”

“Nah. I put it in the bedroom.” She followed him. “Have you never tried led

Finnley didn't answer. Raising his wrist, he checked the watch. “It's getting late. Good night.”

Suddenly, his phone rang. Finnley picked it up and checked the caller ID. Instead of walking away, he swiped to answer in Mya’s presence. “Hello?”

them to the villa. They are served

keep an eye on

other end of the line added in a low voice, “Before Ingrid passed away, the last person she called was Leslie Eastwood. They talked for five minutes. However, we still

“Don’t repair it. I can extract the information. Send it to my office at

"Yes, Mr. Russell.”

found Mya had returned to the bedroom. While eating the durian, she

was taken aback. Then she

are you, Mya?" Shirley Powell asked in confusion. “I didn't see you or the servants at home. There's a layer of dust on all furniture.” “Did you return home?” Mya was surprised. “Didn't you

surprise you.” Shirley sounded worried. “Where are you now? Why aren't

Mya felt guilty. “Which friend? Give me the location. Hurry!” Shirley was anxious and missed her indeed. She

couldn't tell her mother

so, her

friend. Mom, it's so late now. I'll go home tomorrow. It’s time to sleep. You should go to bed. See you.” Then Mya ended the call. Shirley called her phone again, but Mya hung

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