"Miss Shaw." The butler's voice again echoed in her ear.
Aurelia Shaw slowly opened her eyes, the sunlight shining on her face, her almond-shaped eyes slightly squinting, a swift and fleeting cold glimmer flashed through the depths of her eyes, too quick to be noticed.
Yet the butler, being no ordinary person, suddenly broke into a cold sweat down his back.
He thought: How can this girl be so eerie?
She's a bit like the master in the house, angering them is provoking one capable of killing without shedding blood.
"Let's go." Aurelia Shaw stepped forward and walked into the house.
The butler followed behind her.
Upon entering the house, Aurelia Shaw caught a waft of fragrance.
She had a particular obsession with food, especially gourmet dishes.
However, her career as an actress meant she had irregular meals, which she found very displeasing.
Aurelia Shaw sat down at the classical European styled long dining table, the butler gestured, and a dish was placed in front of her.
