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Most people knock on doors with a pattern of either two short knocks and one long or two long and one short.
But this person outside was different. Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock
Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock-
Knock, knock-knock! Knock, knock-knock!
The knocking rhythm even remindedof a familiar childhood tune.
But that didn't help with my morning grumpiness.
| shuffled out of the bedroom in my slippers, grumpily opened the door, and saw Frank standing there in a loose
hoodie, his hair somewhat disheveled. Seeingstill in my pajamas, he smirked. "Charlotte, do you remember
that you need to go today?"
to Jeswood
"Of course | remember. | sent you a Whatmessage last night asking about the departure time, but you
didn't reply."
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Since | still needed his help with the Jeswood market, my morning grumpiness showed, though it was somewhat
considerate.
"I was just trying to let you sleep in a bit longer, but why are you up so early today?" He leaned lazily against my
door frame, his eyelids heavy.
"I haven't slept yet."
"Well, you should go hand get srest..."
| needed to catch up on sleep too. | hadn't had a good night's sleep in days due to work.
Frank looked at me. "Are you tellingto sleep, or do you need to sleep yourself?"
He glanced at his watch and said nonchalantly, "In 20 minutes, if you're not standing in front ofwith your
suitcase, I'll take it as you're rejecting this business deal." Bang!
| snapped awake, slammed the door shut, and rushed back to the bedroom to pack my suitcase as quickly as
possible.
| washed my face, brushed my teeth, and grabbed two pieces of bread and syogurt from the fridge for
breakfast on the go.
When | opened the door again, Frank was already gone, | checked my phone and saw a message he'd sent ten
minutes earlier.
"Downstairs"
In his style, no unnecessary words or punctuation.
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| went downstairs and found that he wasn't driving his usual sports car but a Maybach.
The driver, waiting by the car, politely asked, "Are you Ms. Wilson?"
"Yes, | am."
"Mr. Smith is already in the car."
He took my suitcase and opened the rear door for me.
Once inside, Frank was already on the other side, wearing an eye mask and sleeping soundly.
Jelaston and Jeswood are close enough that the drive on the motorway takes less than two hours.
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Seeing him sleep so peacefully, | finished my breakfast, couldn't stay awake, and adjusted to a comfortable
position, leaning against the headrest to sleep as well. "Lily..."
| wasn't sleeping deeply, but | faintly heard a low mumble beside me.
Almost instinctively, | responded with a soft "Hmm..."
The response startledawake.
When | opened my eyes, | met a pair of dark, probing eyes!
| jumped, lightly patting my chest to calm my breathing. "Why are you looking atlike that?"
Unlike his usual casual demeanor, Frank's face held a cold and menacing expression, "Did you just respond?"
"No, | didn't."
His demeanor scareda bit, so | instinctively denied it.
At the stime, the car slowly entered a manor, passed through a sea of flowers, and stopped in front of a
Friastan-style castle villa.
Apparently, arrangements had been made. A middle-aged man dressed as a butler was waiting at the entrance.
As the car cto a stop, he approached to help us out.
"Sir, Madam Shaw heard you were coming back today and cearly to wait for you."
Frank seemed quite familiar with Madam Shaw. His eyes lifted slightly, "Madam Shaw is here?"
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