The butler stared straight ahead, his forehead veins starting to throb, "Didn't the gentleman agree? Miss Chen Xing left early this morning. She said she was here because of a bet and stayed here due to her illness. Now that she's recovered, she can leave."
"When did I agree? You let her leave just like that? You didn't even try to stop her or inform me first?"
Trembling, the butler pulled a piece of paper from his pocket: "But she had this. I thought you had agreed. Miss Chen Xing also said that you were tired from working hard these days and needed to sleep a bit more so I shouldn't disturb you."
Gu Shaocheng looked and saw that it was indeed his handwriting. She had perfectly forged it, blurring the lines between the fake and the real. It was a lease and declaration of departure, and she even stole his private stamp to seal it.
"Sir?"
