Cynthia’s Cat

During the period after the death of the three maids, the entire castle was shrouded in a haze. Everyone acted carefully, for fear of any mistakes.

Everyone knew in their hearts how there could be such a coincidence that the three maids had a heart attack and died at the same time. Normal people all know that there must be something strange in this matter.

But they didn't dare to care or ask, they were all afraid of getting into trouble.

A person who is kind to everyone is actually the deepest one in the city. People who can control their emotions are monsters.

From now on, these talents knew what a terrible person Mr. Adonis was.

Just when Maxwell was in a hurry, he turned around and saw Miss Cynthia and Mr. Leon standing at the door.

Finally, Maxwell adjusted his mood and took the usual mask. He looked at the two with a smile, "Miss Cynthia, Mr. Leon, please go here."

Cynthia and Leon looked at each other and followed Manager Maxwell up the elevator.

Soon they arrived at the door of the room, and Maxwell said respectfully: "Miss Cynthia, Mr. Leon, and Mr. Adonis are waiting for you in the room. I have other things to leave first."

Cynthia looked at the door in front of him. There was only one door in this corridor, and no one was guarding it. What was this Yadunis planning?

There was an intermittent cough in the room. She and Leon looked at each other and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" The voice was weak and sounded very sick.

After getting permission, Leon put his hand on the handle and pushed the door in.

The room is very cold, and the air conditioner is turned on at a very low level. Why is it that the temperature is so low that it is not hot this day?

Cynthia rubbed her arms to warm herself up. Because she was attending a banquet, she was wearing a dark green halter skirt today, which was beautiful but didn't keep warm.

Upon seeing this, Leon immediately took off his suit jacket and put it on Cynthia.

Her body temperature instantly warmed up, enveloped by Leon's temperature.

The style of the whole room is very simple, it looks gray at first glance, very bleak, giving a very cool style.

The style of this house should have been made according to the idea of ​​this Yadunis.

Cynthia felt a cold feeling, staying in the room, a faint sense of sadness suddenly spread.

After closing the door, Cynthia saw Adonis sitting in a wheelchair with them on his back. His back was thin and he looked extraordinarily old and weak.

After they came in, Adonis turned his back to them and did not speak.

The atmosphere was a little frozen, she didn't know how to speak for a while, this person's behavior was a bit weird, and she was not good at getting along with weird people.

Despite this, Cynthia said politely: "Mr. Adonis, excuse me."

Yadunis slowly turned the wheelchair and looked at the two people not far away. The day finally came.

Adonis kept looking at Cynthia, as if interested in her.

"Are you Cynthia?"

Cynthia frowned slightly, listening to his tone, does this Mr. Adonis know her?

"Yes, I'm Cynthia, do you know me?"

Adonis nodded. He has been waiting for this day for many years, and it really looks like her in his memory.

Cynthia noticed that Adonis' eyes were red and his emotions were a little agitated. She found that this Adonis seemed to be looking at another person through her.