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Suddenly, Lance turns away from her and picks up the knife. Wordlessly, he chops the ingredient. When they finish cooking, they sit down to eat breakfast. It takes almost two hours for them to eat, and the entire meal is silent. Andrea gets up to finish preparing for her departure. “Wait for a moment,” Lance suddenly says. Andrea turns around. She doesn’t know what he wants. There is nothing left unsaid between them. Lance whispers something to Robert and the butler walks to Andrea’s suitcase. “Mrs. Hamilton, we have to check your suitcase as a precaution,” Robert explains. Andrea frowns with dissatisfaction. “We’re just making sure that you don’t take anything that doesn’t belong to you,” Robert continues. “I didn’t take anything apart from my own clothes,” Andrea answers, offend