"Y-young miss," The woman stuttered and Arianna sighed, running her hand through her hair. She hated the defenseless look in the woman's eyes because it seemed like she was at her mercy.
And that was the case.
"The boss says I can't return if I don't bring you downstairs," The woman confessed, shaking like a leaf in autumn. It made Arianna feel guilty knowing this was someone's mother and she has always treated older women with respect.
And Marcel must know that which is why he intentionally sent the woman to get her. He wanted to guilt trap her. Fortunately, she had her plans as well.
"Then you can sit with me...." Arianna tapped the side of her bed, "I've been craving company for a long time now." She assumed that would work but Marcel was much smarter than she gave him credit for.
