Ding.
The white porcelain plate in her hands slipped once again, dropping into the sink and colliding with the bottom, emitting a crisp sound.
Renee patted her chest subconsciously, turning her head to look outside the window.
For some reason, there were sudden shouts and arguments coming from outside tonight, startling her repeatedly.
She picked up the white porcelain plate, ready to continue washing.
Knock, knock, knock—
At the door of the small courtyard, there suddenly came a knocking sound.
Renee slightly frowned... Who could be visiting at such a late hour?
She put down the plate, shook her hands, and stepped forward to open the door.
"Excuse me, is this Lord Colin's residence?"
Upon opening the door, she was met with the smiling face of a gloomy man.
For some reason, seeing his enthusiastic, ingratiating smile made Renee uncomfortably uneasy.
Beside the man stood a skinny figure, covered with a gray hood, head drooping, face obscured.
