Chapter 18: First Life – Noble (1)
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“Your tea sir…” Beatrice said as she served the tea and lowered her head, making sure not to meet the man’s eyes. “Will there be anything else you need?” She asked with a kind voice as she waited for the other’s response.
Michel Handler looked at the maid up and down. Observing her tanned skin and dark hair... Then rested his gaze on her face, finally after about a minute of silence he spoke up again: “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He asked.
This question made the woman freeze in place. “I don’t think we’ve met before, sir.” She replied with a hesitant voice, her hands were shaking. ‘There’s no way he can recognize me…’ She thought to herself, repeating that same phrase over and over again in her head in the hopes of it becoming reality.
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