Approaching the staircase, her gaze drifted upwards, a sudden intuition stirring inside her, she hurried upstairs.
She first entered Xiaolei's room to take a look and noticed nothing amiss.
As she slowly stepped out, her eyes unwittingly paused at the room next door — Huo Zhenyang's study. She walked over and pushed the door open.
The study, adorned in gold and brown hues, featured a full suite of custom-made office furniture in traditional British style, with curtains tightly drawn.
This place was that man's private sanctuary.
He didn't particularly like others entering his study.
Usually, unless he allowed it, even George and Ade, his close bodyguards and assistants, could only stop at the door.
The cleaning was also strictly scheduled, each time entrusted exclusively to Auntie Li.
The other domestic staff in the mansion had been with the Huo Family for so long, yet they had never stepped foot inside.
