Shirley Grant wore a cold smirk, indicating problems clearly.
The butler didn’t say anything upon seeing her like this.
Anyway, she had been this way since she appeared here.
Back in the room, Shirley quietly opened the curtains to look over there.
This ti, she definitely had to leave.
Gerry Peary must still be waiting for her.
Just thinking about this made her completely restless.
"Miss, co out for lunch."
Soon, the butler ca over and knocked on the door.
Shirley lay on the bed, her face flushed red.
"Cough, cough, I’ll eat upstairs today."
The butler frowned, opened the door, and walked in, seeing Shirley’s flushed face.
Sick?
"Are you sick?"
The butler found it hard to believe, she seed fine just now.
"Cough, cough..."
Shirley coughed painfully twice.
"It might be because of the sea breeze earlier, it’s nothing much, just have the servant bring lunch in."
After saying this, she directly closed her eyes.
The butler stood at the doorway, frowning, thinking for a long while before frowning again.
Upon hearing the door close, Shirley opened her eyes.
Her eyes were bright and full of calculation.
She had to leave.
As expected, soon enough, a servant brought lunch in.
"Miss, please eat your al quickly."
Shirley nodded but remained lying there without moving.
"I don’t want to eat right now, just leave it over there."
After saying this, she directly closed her eyes.
The servant had no choice but to leave.
Downstairs, the butler heard what the servant said and frowned.
"Go back upstairs and watch her, wait until she finishes eating and then bring the dishes down."
"Yes."
Shirley heard the door open again and curved her lips.
It was just as she had predicted.
"Bring it over, I’ll eat now."
Speaking, Shirley struggled to sit up.
The servant smiled and quickly brought the lunch over.
If she stayed there waiting, wouldn’t she have to stand for a long ti?
But if Shirley ate now, it would be different.
Upon hearing Shirley’s words, she was very pleased.
Shirley weakly picked up a bowl of soup, her mouth slightly curved.
"Ah!"
Carelessly, her hand slipped, spilling the entire bowl of soup on the bed.
"Miss, did you get burned?"
The servant was imdiately anxious, knowing that Shirley enjoyed the boss’s treatnt here.
If anything happened under her watch, she would be finished, wouldn’t she?
The servant quickly grabbed a cloth to wipe the soup from Shirley’s body.
"Forget it, forget it, don’t wipe it, I’ll go change clothes."
Shirley looked unhappy and imdiately stood up from the bed.
"Okay."
The servant didn’t pay attention to Shirley, and continued cleaning the stains on the bed.
Behind her, Shirley was extrely nervous, biting her lower lip tightly.
She didn’t do it intentionally; she just had to leave.
Thinking this, she picked up a vase and smashed it directly on the servant’s head.
"Bang!"
With a sound, the servant instantly collapsed to the ground.
Shirley was in a frenzy, imdiately checking the servant’s wound.
Luckily, there were no obvious injuries, likely she would regain consciousness soon.
Thinking of this, she picked up scissors to tear the bed sheets into small strips, and tied up the servant.
After doing all this, Shirley was already drenched in sweat.
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