CHAPTER 147: CHAPTER 147: MASTER, WE SAW MISS CECILIA BRANFORD

The maid, who had brought her lunch, came again. This time, she brought afternoon tea and said with a smile, "Oh, you’re awake now?"

Sophie stared suspiciously at the maid, feeling that she somehow looked familiar.

The maid’s eyes darted away. She placed the afternoon tea on the bedside table and, wanting to slip away, said, "This is your afternoon tea. I have other things to do, so I’ll go first."

Afternoon tea?When did she, a maid, start to enjoy such good benefits?

"Wait."

The little maid turned her head. "Is there anything else?"

"Have I seen you before?"

The maid was taken aback and immediately denied it. "How could it be..."

"Come here, let me have a good look at you."

The maid shook her head. "I really do have things to do; I can’t waste time."

"You’re a servant, aren’t you?" Sophie remembered that she seemed to have seen her inside the castle.

She wasn’t a maid at all.

The maid swallowed hard and stubbornly denied, "No, you maniac, you’ve remembered incorrectly. I really don’t have time; I have to go."

After saying that, the maid hurriedly left the bedroom.

BANG!

The door slammed shut.

Sophie frowned in confusion. Had she remembered incorrectly?

It’s impossible. She would have an impression of anyone she’d seen before. What does her strong denial imply?

Could it be... that someone sent her?

Glancing at the exquisite afternoon tea snacks, Sophie began to believe her speculation.

An afternoon tea for a maid could never compare to the treatment a master receives.

Who else but Thomas Shannon could be sneaking around and doing such things?

「Bali Island.」

Rockbar, rated by CNN Travel as the world’s number one bar, was built on a seaside cliff.

Two well-dressed gentlemen arrived at the bar counter and ordered two tequilas.

While conversing, they unintentionally glanced at a painting hanging on the wall.

The vast sky, with soft white clouds, and the deep blue sea formed the background.

A breathtakingly gorgeous woman walked in from the sea, her eyes hazy, her lips curved into a cold arc, and a magnificent ruby mask added a touch of mystery to her.

Her delicate skin shimmered with a pearl-like luster under the sunshine.

Undoubtedly, she was an extremely gorgeous woman, like a favorite of God, stunningly beautiful yet so mysterious as to be unfathomable.

Though only half of her face was shown, it was enough to shock the men.

He turned his head, chatted with the man beside him, and then called the bartender over.

"Who is the woman in that photo?"

The bartender remained calm and composed. In the short three days since the photo had been hung, no fewer than a hundred people had asked him who the woman in the photo was and if he had her contact information.

Some even offered generous tips.

The bartender kept his smile, saying, "This was a photo accidentally taken by a photographer. Unable to pay his bill, he left the photo as collateral. As for who the person in the photo is, we aren’t clear, and we don’t have any contact information."

The man’s expression turned serious as he pressed, "When was it hung?"

"Three days ago."

"What did the photographer look like? Do you remember?"

The bartender looked troubled. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head apologetically, "I’m sorry, I don’t remember. But one thing I can tell you is that this beautiful woman was photographed on Bali Island, and it was not long ago."

Not long ago?

The two men exchanged glances, paid the bill, and hurried away.

Back at the hotel, the man immediately made an international phone call, his tone respectful and humble, "Master, we have seen Miss Cecilia Branford..."