Amara quickly slipped out through the back door.
Leaning against the corner of the stone wall, Amara listened as voices echoed from the kitchen, now filled with people. She exhaled in relief.
She had hoped no one would notice her, but just as she turned around, her presence was immediately spotted.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" a commanding voice asked.
A tall woman dressed in a red gown with matching red hair and an alluring figure approached her. Her features were sharp, her demeanor bold and provocative.
Amara quickly composed herself after being caught. "I'm a guest here. And you are?"
The woman glared at her, scrutinizing her with a mix of suspicion and disdain. "I am the lady of the house. A guest? I've never seen you before."
Lady of the house? Amara's mind raced. How had she never heard of this woman? Monroe Hall had no mention of a wife. If this woman was married, how was she so unfamiliar with the family?
But Amara chose not to confront her. "Perhaps I've just arrived," she replied nonchalantly.
To her surprise, the woman's expression twisted into anger. "Liar! Guards, seize her! Put her in the cage! I want to question this thief!"
It was then that Amara noticed that the food she had secretly tucked away had fallen to the ground. A group of men, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, surrounded her, trying to seize her.
But Amara wasn't one to surrender easily. With a swift motion, she turned and dashed toward the kitchen.
The chaos she caused in the kitchen was immediate. She grabbed the food she had hidden earlier and flung it at the guards pursuing her.
The scene in the kitchen turned into a frenzy. Amara sprinted through the room, knocking over pots and dishes before charging through the main doors of the estate.
Her only hope now was Monroe Hall.
"Help! Help me, Monroe Hall! If you don't save me, I'm done for—Monroe! Hall!" Amara shouted desperately as she ran.
Her wild cries echoed through the halls, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.
They murmured among themselves, baffled by her audacity.
"Is she insane? How dare she call him by his name?" one muttered.
"She's finished. There will be more bodies in the hall today," another whispered.
"She's asking for it. The boss will make her regret this," someone else added.
"Such courage… but she'll never make it into his bed at this rate. It's pathetic…" they laughed amongst themselves.
Ignoring the gossip around her, Amara pushed forward until she reached the center of the estate's grand hall.
She continued shouting Monroe Hall's name, louder now, as the woman in red and her group of servants and enforcers quickly caught up. But they did not act immediately.
The woman in red sneered at Amara, knowing this beautiful young woman would not be able to escape Monroe's wrath. It wouldn't be long before he tore her apart.
"Monroe Hall!!!" Amara cried out once more.
"What are you screaming for?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" a harsh, booming voice suddenly rang from above.
Dressed in black, Monroe Hall stood at the top of the staircase, his face stern and his eyes colder than the deepest abyss. His glare felt as if it could freeze anyone in their tracks.
Why was it her again? He had barely believed it when Elias told him she was the first to come looking for him. Did she not understand how much he loathed her?
Amara's persistence, despite knowing how much Monroe hated her, only seemed to fuel his anger further. His icy gaze made the entire room tense.
The staff, who were all too familiar with his temper, shuddered. They knew what kind of man Monroe was and the brutal ways he could punish those who angered him.
But in the next moment, Amara charged forward.
Everyone winced and turned away, unwilling to watch the scene unfold.
Then a collective gasp filled the room.
What did they witness?
This woman, who had caused nothing but chaos since her arrival, had… clung to the Boss's body!
Although Amara was domineering and bold, she was also a skilled actress. She knew how to control a situation with her charm and presence. Now, as she clung to Monroe, her earlier desperation had shifted into a calculated move. She wasn't just playing the victim—she was playing the part of someone who had no choice but to throw herself into his arms.
Monroe Hall, known for his cold and unyielding demeanor, stood frozen, his face a mask of fury and disbelief. He had not expected this, and now he was caught in a situation he hadn't anticipated. The room fell silent, everyone watching to see how the powerful boss would react.