Yin Zhu stared at the woman who was sitting on the chair that was sitting next to the tea table and she felt her heart jump to her throat. She raised her hand and then rubbed her eyes just as the curtain that was hanging over the grand window that led to the balcony fluttered in the wind.
And when she dropped her hand to her side the woman on the balcony was gone, there was no one sitting on the chair. One of these days, this house will kill her, just what kind of place was this anyway? One of the buildings had a skeleton inside it while another one seemed to be haunted by some sort of bad voodoo, thought Yin Zhu.
She turned to look at Miss Yaoyue who was still staring at the spot where the woman was sitting. " Miss Yaoyue, that butler …was he killed?"
