At 8 p.m., Hanna came home and found that the living room was empty and even the lights were off. Only a few mechanical spiders responsible for cleaning scurried about, hastily retreating to their nests to charge upon hearing footsteps.
"Banjee?"
Hanna called out, to no reply at all.
Since her birth, Banjee had always been there to take care of her. Besides that eternally youthful and delicate face which inspired jealousy with just a glance, in all other respects Banjee had perfectly executed the duties of a housekeeper, never neglecting his responsibilities.
She had specifically left Banjee at home to watch over the new staff members. Where could he be?
A hint of alertness rose in Hanna's heart—could it be that those people had a way to dismantle the Contract Paper Weaving and had secretly escaped the control of the contract, with Banjee caught off guard and harmed by them?
