Alexander’s P.O.V.

She puts my blazer on the sofa and walks in front of me. “Master, I want to tell you something.”

“What is it?” I ask, curious about her revelation.

“Before you arrived, I caught one maid stealing your watch, but I let her take it.” She confesses, her voice trembling with fear.

Little does she know that I already know everything.

“Why didn’t you take my watch back from her, Alice?” I inquire.

“Master, she was crying and in need of money. I’m sorry.” She replies, her words filled with remorse. I shake my head, finding it hard to believe.

Who is she? How can she be so...