"We are going to kill each and every maid of the mansion who is Razz's spy." Agnes's tone was cold, but the words were sharp. Layla gasped hearing her notion.
"Agnes—"
"Just kidding… but on a serious note, we could try, you know." Agnes continued before she smirked at Layla, seeing her worried look. Once she left, a wave of relief washed over her. Tonight, she could have a better sleep, considering her chances of surviving this hell just got better.
'Love you, baby; sleep well.' Caressing her stomach, she lay down, and being tired, she lost herself into a peaceful slumber.
Next day onwards, as discussed the night before, she began noticing the maids' acts—even their minute gestures and hand movements. No wonder they were heavily paid and even got to spend nights with him, for which they were grateful.
