Then, he took a deep breath and followed.
'So that's how it is.'
'Lady Douglas is the one who really calls the shots.'
'She's the one who can make sure Pittman's fate plays out exactly as Murphy wishes.'
But what shocked Alonso even more was that Lady Douglas was very willing to listen to Mr. Melfield.
'So, sticking close to Mr. Melfield is definitely the right move.'
'Mr. Melfield can actually make such a great existence so obedient.'
'Then what kind of existence must Mr. Melfield himself be?'
Outside the elevator was an exclusive corridor lined with a thick carpet.
Exquisite oil paintings hung on the walls, and soft sconces placed every few steps bathed the entire hallway in a warm, bright light.
At the end of the corridor was a pair of dark, double-leaf wooden doors.
Two attendants in dark blue uniforms stood by the doors. Seeing them approach, they immediately bowed in unison.
"Lady Douglas, Mr. Melfield, this way, please."
