Chapter 19
The middle-aged woman ambled towards her unsmilingly with some clothes in her hands, blinking. “Who… Who are you?” All Violet could feel was alarm. This woman made no noise when she walked.
A person appearing out of thin air in such a vast living hall was definitely a shocking experience.
“Miss Yeager, you may take your bath first,” Ma’am Zoey said listlessly, “These are my clothes. They may not fit, but they are clean. I’ve disinfected them.”
Violet looked down to see the clothes folded neatly in her hands.
The woman continued, “You may address me as Zoey.”
Violet raised her head to look at her once more.
“I take care of the president here. I’m the housekeeper.”
Then why was the mansion so dark when she first came?
It had terrified her so much!
However, Violet did not think much of it. An idea popped up in her head. “You must know who I am if you know my surname is Yeager. Do you know where my mother is?” Violet took the opportunity to ask.
Zoey shook her head and handed the clothes to her. “Go and wash up.”
Such a frosty attitude, not unlike her master!

Violet glanced at the clothes: Grey checkered wide-leg pants and an extra-large blouse.
“Don’t be picky. We don’t have ladies’ clothing here. You’re the first woman the president has ever brought home,” Zoey said co oly.
Violet was exhausted and extremely dirty. There were even bloodstains on her. She took the clothes. “Thanks.”
Zoey then told her where the bathroom was.
Violet headed towards the bathroom, low in both spirits and energy. Her back was injured and her legs hurt.
In the bathroom, she stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long time. Her nose wrinkled up slowly. She had appeared before him like this just now?
How pathetic! Embarrassing with a capital E!
Even her hair was tangled and dirty. She looked no better than a beggar by the roadside.
She shook her head and stopped herself from thinking so much. Turning around, Violet turned the tap on and prepared
the bath…
At the same time, Jack was standing in front of the French windows on the second-floor parlor.
His deep eyes looked out the window, where everything was pitch black. He had not seen the stars and the moon for twenty years.
Jack went blind whenever the light around him was dimmed to a certain extent.
Loneliness engulfed him every time the night fell.
He had never gone out during the night and always reached home before the sunset to shut himself up like some strange
creature,
He was unable to see the fuzzy neon lights outside, not in the least bit.
He would not have compromised regarding the wedding if his grandfather had not returned to Rheinsville City without warning and tricked him into shutting himself up in the old manor for three whole days, or ski pped his heart medication on the day of the wedding on purpose.
No one in the entire world could threaten him to do what he did not what to. No one except his grandfather.
He was Jack Yancey. In this country, his name struck fear and made people quake in their shoes when they heard it.
He was one of the most powerful, most influential men around, a king at the top of his world.
However, he had practically no friends thanks to the problem with his eyes. He was anti-social and did not participate in nightlife.
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