They walked in silence, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit Millie’s tear-stained face. She followed Mr. Jameson towards the barn, where a faint light glowed from within, casting long shadows across the ground.
“I don’t know how you convinced Evan to let you and Ms. March leave the estate,” Mr. Jameson muttered with disdain. “And I don’t know what it is about you that’s keeping Ethan from terminating your contract. Whatever game you’re playing, it’s a dangerous one with these people, Ms. Foster. You don’t know Evan, and you don’t know Ethan. You don’t know any of us.”
Millie’s heart raced as she absorbed his words. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with fear. “Mr. Jameson, where are you taking me?”
Mr. Jameson,
