VENGEANCE IN THE SHADOWS [KIM MINGYU]

{25} The Drive of Deception

Chapter 25

"The drive of Deception"

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Alara descended the grand staircase cautiously, her hand grazing the smooth banister.

The house felt different this morning not quite as suffocating, but still carrying the weight of its grandeur. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting golden patterns on the polished marble floor.

As she reached the bottom, she noticed a group of maids bustling around the dining area, their movements efficient and practiced.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, accompanied by the soft clinking of dishes being set on the table.

One of the maids, a kind faced woman who looked to be in her early forties, noticed Alara and quickly approached her. "Good morning, Miss Alara," she greeted warmly, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Good morning," Alara replied, her voice soft, but guarded.

"The master had to leave early this morning for an urgent matter," the maid continued.

"He asked us to make sure you were well taken care of. Breakfast is ready for you in the dining room."

Alara nodded, her stomach growling faintly despite her nerves. "Thank you," she said, following the maid into the dining room.

The table was set beautifully, as if for a small banquet. A variety of dishes lay spread out fluffy scrambled eggs, golden croissants, fresh fruit, and even pancakes drizzled with syrup. A steaming cup of coffee sat at the head of the table, clearly placed there for her.

She hesitated, feeling the weight of the attention from the maids who stood nearby, ready to assist.

"Miss Alara, would you like anything specific?" another maid asked, her tone polite but curious.

Alara shook her head quickly, lowering herself into the chair at the head of the table. "No, this is fine," she murmured.

The first maid stepped forward again, pouring her a glass of fresh orange juice. "Please let us know if there's anything you need. The master was insistent that you feel comfortable."

Alara's stomach twisted slightly at the mention of Mingyu, but she forced herself to nod. "Thank you."

The maids quietly returned to their tasks, leaving Alara to her meal. She picked up the fork, cutting into a piece of pancake, and took a small bite. The sweetness melted on her tongue, but the food felt heavy in her stomach.

Her thoughts wandered to Mingyu. Why had he left so suddenly? Where had he gone? And, more importantly, when would he return?

Her fork clinked against the plate as she set it down, her appetite dwindling. The dining room was too large, too quiet without his presence. For a moment, she felt a strange pang of discomfort.