The Whitmore Mansion was one of the most luxurious estates in the city.
Its white marble floors, towering glass staircase, and crystal chandeliers reflected the wealth of generations.
When billionaire Adrian Whitmore returned home from an overseas business trip, he expected a quiet evening.
Instead, he walked into complete silence.
Near the entrance, a young woman wearing a maid's uniform was kneeling on the polished floor.
She was desperately scrubbing a large red stain while tears rolled down her cheeks.
Her hands trembled so badly she could barely hold the cloth.
Adrian frowned.
"What is going on here?"
Before anyone answered, elegant footsteps echoed from the glass staircase.
His wife, Vanessa, slowly descended wearing a gold silk dress with a glass of red wine in her hand.
She smiled confidently.
"Welcome home."
"I was just putting your new maid in her place."
The frightened young woman immediately lowered her head.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"I didn't mean to upset anyone."
Adrian looked carefully at her face.
Then he noticed the necklace around her neck.
It was an antique family medallion that only members of the Whitmore family possessed.
His expression instantly changed.
He turned toward Vanessa.
"She's not the maid."
Vanessa laughed.
"Then who is she?"
The room became silent.