“Oh no, Mr. Huxley still has a fever. How can he come out so thin?”

Wilma slapped her knee in a panic. She asked the clerk to check Luke’s access logs with property management, then hurriedly called Dexie Hansley.

Dexie had just returned home. Everything that had happened today was under her control. But when she returned to her mansion, which was empty except for her maids, a feeling of fatal loneliness struck her.

It was as if, in her last life, she and some maids had watched over ...