"Rebecca!" Oliver growled as soon as he stepped into the house. He could sense the eyes of the servants on him, and they wondered what had gotten him so worked up."Rebecca!!" Oliver called again. He was uncomfortable with the silence that he was getting, and while he threw his wristwatch on the sofa, Rebecca slowly stepped out of the kitchen. She was wearing an apron, and it seemed like she has been cooking. What made her so so?"Mr Lionheart, is anything the matter?" Rebecca asked, feigning confusion. But Oliver's reaction was exactly what she had expected. Oliver soon reached out and grabbed her arm. She gasped immediately."Mr Lionheart!" She struggled while he dragged her to his bedroom, and as soon as they were inside, he shut the door."What did you say to Mia?" Oliver asked her, but Rebecca frowned."I do not understand, Mr Lionheart, who is Mia?" She muttered to him. Oliver gritted his teeth."Do not dare lie to me. What did you say to her?" Oliver asked her again. Rebecca sc
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