Anna Jadwin lay on the bed with her eyes closed. No matter what Wayne Bailey said, she didn't have the strength to answer and didn't want to talk to him either.
Before long, she heard the door being shut forcefully, and his indignant leaving figure.
Some servants came in to clean up. All the porcelain was moved out, and even the crystal chandelier was taken away.
In an hour, this living room had been cleared halfway, leaving only some large furniture that couldn't be moved.
Even the water glasses were replaced with plastic ones...
Anna Jadwin glanced around, looking at the changes and suddenly laughed.
At midnight, the entire manor was in a deep sleep.
Anna Jadwin had been pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed but suddenly opened them.
The room was quiet. She struggled to get off the bed, picked up the lighter at the table, and lit a candle. She watched the dancing flames and then threw them on the curtain.
The raging flames rose high!
