The two servants' corpses were soon carried out of the living room, while their blood was being meticulously cleaned off the marble tiles by other staff. The faint metallic scent still lingered in the air, a grim reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded.
"What next?" Leo asked, raising an eyebrow as he stood beside Victoria, his arms folded over his chest. His expression betrayed a mix of amusement and incredulity. "That… was one hell of a drama."
Victoria let out a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle, her voice barely above a whisper. "More drama is about to be unleashed, Leo," she said, her lips curling into a sly smile. "My stepmother and sister specifically invited Frank and Cassandra here to deal with me. They want to maintain that kind of cruel façade, so they need someone to be vicious to me without them ever dirtying their own hands."
