Night fell once more.
It was like an invisible black curtain shrouding the entire earth and sky.
The third floor of Morrison Manor.
In a lavishly decorated room, a corpulent figure entangled with two young maids.
Strange sounds echoed sporadically throughout the room.
Accompanied by the continuous rise and fall, like the sound of clapping.
Outside the room, Chief Attendant Ackman’s brows furrowed tightly, as if enduring sothing.
He turned his body, peeking through the crack in the wooden door, and that obscene scene was imprinted in his eyes.
Ackman’s heart imdiately raced, and he quickly withdrew his gaze.
Looking at the two guards responsible for the door, he spoke, "You two watch over the master, I’m going out for so air!"
"It’s clearly winter, yet why is it so hot?"
The two guards understood and replied softly, "Yes."
Ackman tugged at his collar and walked towards the distant staircase.
Descending the stairs from the third floor to the second, Ackman’s gaze scanned the surroundings.
He looked all around but did not see that familiar voluptuous figure.
Ackman, sowhat puzzled, proceeded to the first floor.
As he stepped into the first-floor hall.
That familiar voluptuous figure’s back ca into Ackman’s view.
Ackman’s eyes lit up instantly, and he strode over.
Before he could get close, the voice of instruction ca from the voluptuous woman’s mouth.
"Rember, the steak must be dium rare, preferably with a slight trace of blood, the master likes it tender..."
"The fish, as always, must be carp, and must be stead; only this way can the at’s flavor be preserved! Other fish, the master does not like..."
"The pork should..."
Before the voluptuous woman could finish speaking, Ackman stopped her from behind, interrupting.
"Madam, the master said he needs you to take to the wine cellar to fetch a bottle of wine..."
Upon hearing this abrupt statent, Justin couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.
She stopped giving instructions to the maid and turned her head to look over.
Seeing Ackman’s half-smiling face and those eyes brazenly fixed on her chest, Aiden’s primary wife, Justin Valentine, instantly understood.
Justin feigned inquiry, "Wine?"
"The master hasn’t purchased wine for so ti; finding it might take a while..."
Ackman nodded, "No problem, madam, the master said he has plenty of ti!"
Justin knowingly nodded, "Let’s go then, you help find it, it’ll be quicker that way."
Ackman nodded respectfully, "Yes, madam."
Justin turned to instruct the maid to start cooking, then led Ackman towards the depth of the estate.
Justin set forth, with Ackman closely following.
His eyes were nearly gleaming as they fixated on that high and swaying derrière.
Even though Justin wore a loose robe, it couldn’t conceal her curvaceous figure.
They walked through what seed to Ackman a long corridor.
Justin and Ackman arrived at the doorway of the wine cellar.
Justin reached out to open the wooden door and simultaneously lit the wall lamp beside.
With the grease in the wall alcove spreading, the oil lamps in the wine cellar quickly ignited.
Justin descended the wine cellar stairs.
Ackman sensibly closed the wine cellar’s wooden door, following behind Justin.
As he perceived the change in surroundings and the utter silence, Ackman’s breathing beca rapid.
He even involuntarily swallowed.
They descended the stairs.
Ackman and Justin entered the wine cellar.
Justin turned to Ackman, asking, "What vintage wine does the master want?"
Ackman said nothing, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Justin’s waist.
He unabashedly buried his face in Justin’s chest.
Justin’s face showed no fright, instead, there was an inexplicable enjoynt.
As ti slowly passed by.
A strange noise echoed in the wine cellar!
The sound was not loud, but seed intentionally restrained...
An hour later, Ackman contentedly opened the wine cellar’s wooden door.
Under the illumination of the wall lamps on both sides, sweat could be seen clearly on his face and open chest.
However.
Upon returning to the manor’s front hall, he saw the guards who were supposed to watch the door, searching for sothing in the hall.
Ackman wiped the sweat from his body, tightened his clothes, and approached them.
"Weren’t you supposed to watch the master? What are you looking for?"
The guard directly skipped Ackman’s question and said, "Captain, the master is looking for you!"
Hearing the guard’s words, Ackman felt a brief tension.
Could it be that I’ve been found out?
But the next second, Ackman dismissed this thought.
If he’d been discovered, it wouldn’t be just this guard waiting for him!
Ackman replied, "Understood, I’ll go right away."
Without any hesitation, Ackman took large strides, climbing the stairs towards the room on the third floor.
Reaching the third-floor room’s entrance, Ackman knocked on the slightly ajar wooden door, "Master?"
No sooner did Ackman speak than Aiden’s voice ca from behind the door.
"Co in!"
Upon hearing this, Ackman slowly pushed the wooden door open and entered.
As soon as he stepped inside.
A thick sll of sweat and intermingled body odor reached Ackman’s nose.
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