“What are you doing here?” Sia’s voice bleeped, as cold as an icicle.
“Didn’t you miss me? I came to see you, love. Who else would bring me here except you?” His eyes glued at Sia’s face.
Sia hastily whirled around as she clipped her hands tightly on the rim of her towel so it wouldn’t fall off. Not when Silas is here.
?Ten Minutes Ago.?
“Where's Sia?” Silas asked the Gateman, Mark, immediately after he slide out of his car, slamming the door shot behind him.
“I have no Idea sir, she just came back. She might be in the dining eating.” The gateman responded, voice faltering.
All the workers in the Monson villa fears Silas whenever he comes around. So once he questions them, they don’t waste time answering his questions.
Even if they don’t know, they must say something even if
