Chapter 3: Planning Begins
– Clatter, clatter...
A carriage, just barely escaping from what had become an incredibly tense and eventful tea party, rolled quickly away from the Duke’s estate.
Thanks to Whitney’s firm request to get away as fast as possible, the carriage was moving noticeably faster than usual.
‘Wait... he’s not actually fleeing after poisoning the Duke’s daughter, is he?’
But Sasha, Whitney’s personal maid, who was sitting stiffly across from him and watching his every move, had no way of knowing the reason for the sudden haste.
So naturally, her mind filled in the blanks with horror.
‘No, no way. There’s no way that happened.’
But if not... then what were those loud noises coming from the estate just moments ago?
And what about that cloth-covered thing that was carried out so quickly?
Even though she’d never been part of the Duke’s inner circle before today, something about what she saw felt off.
“Um, Sir Whitney...”
“Yes?”