The more Mr. Almond thought about it, the darker his expression became, his anger simmering like a storm ready to erupt.
Without hesitation, he snapped, "Search every room. Every maid's quarters, every servant's space. Leave nothing unchecked."
Yet, after an exhaustive search, nothing was found. Not a single trace.
Lana, however, had anticipated this.
'Of course they would notice something within a day,' she mused inwardly, her expression calm, almost detached.
'And by then, it would already be too late. Everyone I wanted affected… has already suffered.'
Except Brenda.
Even the maid who had carried out the act couldn't help but feel a shiver of admiration.
'She thought of everything… every single detail in advance. There's no way anyone could trace this back now.'
Her lips curled faintly, though her eyes darkened as her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
