"Wait!" the cold voice echoed in the room when the maids froze and looked at Sharon as if the women had just announced their death sentence. "That would not be needed. Clara, you can leave." Clara did not. She stared at Sharon with weak eyes.
Not even Dion but Sharon as if she held the power. Sharon basked in it as she looked at Abi with a provoking gaze.
"Dion that…"
"We can not support stealing Abigail. Sharon might sound strict to you but it is necessary for your peace of mind." he warned her to stay silent. But she only gritted her teeth.
"I agree with you. And that is why I stayed silent when you searched for her. But taking off her clothes in front of you and servants… do you not feel disgusted at all?" the look of disbelief could not be any clear on her face that Dion paused.
