Chapter 68 Are You Avoiding Me?

• Unlike the previous times, none of the maids were frightened or irritated to go close to her door. Heck, now anyone sent there was thrilled.
• Thrilled that the overflowing dam of curiosity in their soul might be ceased. So as the maid cladded in their usual outfit and placed numerous knocks on the door, she hoped excessively for Maya Stone to answer.
• “Is she dead?” The maid whose hands were gripped on the handle of the trolley that entailed Maya's meal whispered to herself.