Chapter 61: Who Was The Maid Waving At By 4 AM?

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Who Was The Maid Waving At By 4 AM?

The phone would not stop ringing.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

She glanced at the screen. Bruno.

She was not ready to deal with him tonight. Not with her son in the house.

She finally answered, her voice low and sharp.

"Bruno, why are you here? You are not supposed to be showing your face around here, especially at this time. It’s already late. Just go home. I will come and meet you tomorrow morning, please."

"Laura, you need to come outside and hear what I have to say. It’s important," Bruno replied firmly. His voice was not the normal voice. It was serious. Too serious.

"Can’t you understand what I’m saying? I said I will meet you tomorrow. Please, just go home."

"Laura, there is something we need to discuss, I am in a big mess and—"

"Goodnight, Bruno!"

She ended the call before he could finish speaking. Her finger was shaking on the screen.

Laura let out a frustrated sigh and walked towards the window. She carefully moved the curtain aside and looked outside.

Bruno was still standing near his car.

"Just go home," she muttered under her breath.

She watched him for several minutes, wondering whether he would actually listen to her.

Eventually, Bruno entered his car, started the engine and drove out of the compound.

Laura finally relaxed. Her shoulders dropped a little.

"Thank goodness.

Just as she turned away, she headed straight to her room. In a few, minutes, someone knocked on her bedroom door.

Knock. Knock.

Laura froze. For a second, her heart stopped.

"Who’s there?" she asked, her voice tight.

"Mum, where are you?"

Laura recognised her son’s voice immediately and her whole body softened. That was her weakness.

"I’m here, sweetheart."

She walked towards the door and opened it.

Her son stood there, holding his little pillow to his chest.

"Mum, I want to sleep in your room tonight."

Laura smiled slightly, but inside she was breaking.

My son should not see me like this. Not like a criminal in my own house.

"Really? What happened? Are you suddenly afraid of sleeping alone?"

"No, Mum. I just want to sleep beside you."

"Alright, sweetheart. Come inside."

Her son walked into the room, and Laura closed the door behind him.

A few seconds later, her maid arrived with his food.

"Good evening, Madam."

"Good evening. Thank you. You can leave it there."

The maid placed the food on the table. She did not look up. Her eyes were down, too calm.

"Alright. Thank you. You may go."

"Goodnight, Madam."

"Goodnight."

The maid left and headed straight to her room. She had barely settled down when her phone started ringing.

She checked the screen and smiled. A wicked, satisfied smile.

It was Jeff.

"My love," Jeff greeted as soon as she answered. "What’s happening over there?"

"Everything is fine. Laura is in her bedroom with her son now."

Jeff paused briefly.

"So, is everything ready?"

"Yes, my love. You can start coming. The back door is open."

"Are you sure nobody will see me?"

"Don’t worry. I’ve already checked everything. Just come quietly."

"Alright."

Jeff ended the call.

The maid smiled and dropped her phone on the bed.

"Laura, you think you’re smart, don’t you?" she whispered."

She stood up and adjusted her clothes.

"By the time your wickedness catches up with you, you will beg the ground to swallow you. You have no idea what is coming."

She switched off the light and quietly opened her bedroom door.

Laura had no idea that the danger she had been running from for years was already inside her mansion.

At about 11:00 p.m., Jeff was already inside Laura’s house.

The entire building was quiet, and most of the lights had been switched off. He stood near the staircase, holding a small secret camera in his hand while Gift, Laura’s maid, watched the surroundings nervously.

"Please, take it easy," Gift whispered, looking towards the staircase. "You don’t want to wake her up. If Laura catches you here, we are finished."

Jeff nodded and carefully removed his shoes to avoid making unnecessary noise.

"Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing."

Gift shook her head.

"You always say that. Just be careful"

Jeff gave her a brief look before slowly making his way towards the corridor leading to Laura’s bedroom.

He stopped at the entrance and listened carefully.

There was no sound coming from inside.

He slowly opened the door, just enough to slip his hand through, and carefully mounted the tiny camera in a hidden position where it could capture the room without attracting attention.

He checked it twice to make sure it was properly positioned.

A small smile appeared on his face.

Finally, he had done it.

Jeff quietly closed the door and returned to Gift’s room.

Gift immediately closed the door behind him.

"Did you do it?"

Jeff nodded.

"Yes. The camera is in place."

Gift released a quiet breath and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Good. At least we can finally monitor her conversations and movements."

Jeff sat beside her and lowered his voice.

"That’s exactly what we need. From now on, we must know who she talks to, and what she discusses behind closed doors."

Gift studied his face for a moment.

"Wait. Does this mean you still have no evidence against her? You’ve been dating Laura for some time now. I thought you would have discovered something important by now."

Jeff sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Believe me, I’ve tried everything possible. But Laura is extremely secretive. She doesn’t trust me enough to discuss her personal affairs. Whenever I ask her questions about her agency or business dealings, she changes the subject."

Gift scoffed.

"Everything possible like what exactly?, Jeff. I just hope your actions won’t push you into building a serious relationship with that woman."

Her voice carried anger and jealousy.

Jeff turned towards her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, look at me."

Gift reluctantly raised her eyes.

"You are the only woman I want to be with.

Don’t ever doubt that."

Gift folded her arms.

"Really? Because sometimes I wonder whether you have forgotten what we are trying to achieve."

Jeff moved closer.

"I haven’t forgotten anything. I know exactly why we started this. I appreciate you for taking this job and agreeing to work in Laura’s house. I know it hasn’t been easy for you."

He paused before continuing.

"We need to find out what happened to my sister after those modelling shows. Something isn’t right, and I refuse to believe it was just a coincidence."

Gift nodded slowly.

"Me too.Your sister was a big name in the modelling industry before signing 5 years contract with Laura’s company. Then suddenly, everything changed."

"Exactly!" Jeff replied.

"She lost everything, and Laura somehow became even richer. Don’t you find that suspicious?"

Gift shook her head.

"I do. That’s why I don’t trust that woman. I strongly believe Laura might have done something to your sister just to take control and we need to investigate her properly before she destroys another person’s life."

Jeff stared at her.

"That’s what I’ve been thinking. But we need solid evidence. I don’t want to accuse her without proof."

Gift reached for his hand.

"Then let’s get the evidence. We have come too far to give up now."

Jeff smiled and gently pulled her closer.

"Thank you for standing by me."

Gift looked into his eyes.

"Just make sure you don’t disappoint me."

"I won’t."

He leaned forward and kissed her.

Gift returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Whatever she had felt moments earlier slowly disappeared.

She pulled away briefly, looked at him and smiled.

"You’re really going to make me forget why I was here."

Jeff chuckled softly.

"Maybe that’s exactly what I want."

She kissed him again, this time more passionately. Then she gently pushed him towards the bed.

Jeff laughed quietly as he fell backwards.

"Gift, you’re going to get us into trouble."

"Then stop talking," she replied playfully.

She reached for the light switch and turned it off.

The room was soon swallowed by darkness. Their quiet whispers faded into affectionate laughter and occasional soft sounds as they moved closer to each other.

Jeff was moving passionately, while Gift’s voice revealed just how much she was enjoying the moment.

"Oh, Jeff! Please, don’t stop, my love."

"Oh, my God!" she cried, completely lost in the moment.

Meanwhile, the tiny camera remained hidden in Laura’s bedroom corridor, silently recording everything within its view.

At exactly 4:20 a.m., Gift gently shook Jeff, who was still fast asleep beside her.

"Jeff, wake up. You have to get up and leave. It’s morning already," she whispered.

Jeff groaned and turned to the other side, still struggling to open his eyes.

"Please, just five more minutes," he mumbled.

Gift shook her head impatiently.

"Are you serious? Get up! Laura might wake up and come knocking at any moment. You need to leave before anyone notices you."

That immediately caught his attention.

Jeff yawned, stretched his arms and finally sat up.

"Alright, alright. I’m getting up."

He quickly got out of bed and began gathering his clothes. Within a few minutes, he was fully dressed and ready to leave.

Gift watched him anxiously.

"Have you checked everything? Make sure you didn’t leave anything behind."

Jeff checked his pockets and nodded.

"Everything is fine. Don’t worry."

He stepped closer, kissed her forehead and smiled.

"Take care of yourself, sweetheart. I’ll call you later."

"Just go before someone sees you," Gift whispered.

Jeff chuckled softly and headed towards the kitchen. He carefully opened the back door and tiptoed outside.

Gift hurried to the kitchen window and waved at him.

Jeff waved back before disappearing into the darkness.

She slowly closed the curtain and sighed.

Gift was still wearing her nightdress. She gently turned away from the kitchen window and headed towards her room, moving slowly.

Suddenly she noticed a figure. She stopped and turned.

Boom!

Laura was standing right in front of her, staring at her suspiciously.

Gift’s heart stopped. Her legs refused to move.

"Good morning, Madam," she greeted nervously.

Laura folded her arms.

"Who were you waving at through the kitchen window?"

Gift swallowed hard.