Corbin held his breath, making sure of not making any sound. If anyone caught him there, then he would lose any chance of meeting Sylvia.
Corbin knew this man. He had seen him working in Lord Favian's villa. Lord Favian Golding was a reserved person. He didn't like many people around him and thus had only a handful of servants in his service.
It was easy to identify them.
But what was he doing at the back of the villa at such an odd hour in the evening? He was carrying a bag in his hand. Corbin wondered what he was carrying in that bag.
That man- a few years older than Corbin- wiped his forehead. His eyes darted around to make sure nobody was watching him.
He emptied the contents of the bag he carried with him. And that made Corbin suck a sharp breath. He couldn't believe his eyes.
