Hermione sauntered into the dining room. She wanted to witness for herself what her handmaiden had claimed.
It still didn't make any sense to her.
Emily was perfectly fine this morning, and they had engaged in a banter before Hermione hurriedly left, furiously.
Could it be that it was the right time for her to die?
Hermione shook her head inwardly.
It shouldn't be. Emily shouldn't have died when Lloyd was not present.
She couldn't even begin to imagine what Lloyd's reaction would be once he figured out that his wh*re had been killed. He would suspect her because he believed that she had more reasons to eliminate Emily.
Upon arriving at the dining. She came across Oliver who stood a few feet from the dead Emily. He seemed to be inspecting the surroundings.
"Your Highness" He regarded her with a polite bow once his gaze landed on her.
Hermione nodded briefly. She stepped forward to peek at Emily.
