"And," Claire's cold gaze swept across the hall. "Can the servants here keep their mouths shut?"
Mr. Hopkins replied. "You can be rest assured. These servants were personally selected by Mr. Johnson. They know what they should say and what they shouldn't."
Claire turned her head and glanced upstairs, saying expressionlessly. "I'm leaving now."
With that, she slipped a hand into her pocket and walked outside the door.
Back at the Smiths' house, Claire took out the lighter from her pocket and burned the portrait to ashes.
At this moment, the door of the room was knocked.
Claire dumped the ashes into the trash can.
She opened the door, and Allen stood outside.
A choking smell floated out of the room, and Allen frowned.
Knowing that Claire liked to mess around, he didn't bother to comment on it.
Claire leaned against the door, looking at him indifferently, and did not speak.
