CHAPTER 50
ZYLIAH’S POV
I rapped lightly on the door, locking eyes with a bodyguard who was pretending not to watch my every move.
I looked away, paying attention to the closed door before me. I gave another rap.
"You can use the doorbell, miss," the bodyguard advised.
"Oh." I felt a little embarrassed. I didn't even see the doorbell.
I pressed it. Many times. Before someone finally opened. A maid in her thirties. Early thirties, I think.
"Hello, miss," she greeted politely, but there was no trace of a smile.
"Hi. I'm here to see Mr. Delson."
She studied my appearance. "His son doesn’t live here. He only visits now and then.”
I frowned. Why would she assume who I was here to see? "I'm actually here to see the father. Not the son.”
"Oh." A frown appeared, her dark brown eyes no
