Zoe gently set down her dog, Sun, as they stepped into the warmth of her home. The soft hum of the house enveloped them, a stark contrast to the chaos that was about to unfold. The maid hurried over, her face etched with concern.
"Ma'am," the maid began, her voice low and urgent, "a lady came by earlier asking about Miss Lesley."
Zoe's brow furrowed as she exchanged a glance with Lesley, who was descending the staircase, her arms laden with books. Before Zoe could respond, the front door swung open with a force that made the air in the room tense. A bodyguard—not one of theirs—stood in the doorway, restraining their own guard.
