Lorenzo's POV

　　"And what are you doing over there? Let me rephrase that. What are you doing in my bedroom?" I questioned.

　　She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

　　"I...I was just doing my chores sir." She replied in a fearful tone her eyes trained on the gun in my hand.

　　"I don't recall asking you to clean my bedroom today."

　　My furious gaze was directed at Marisa the maid. She was laying on the bathroom floor in an ...