Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 391

Wyatt listened to the housekeeper and made a quip to Gianna, “I didn’t expect you to remember their names, seeing as you typically criticize and look down upon them.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly said, “You bought this mansion for me, Mr. Lopez. Of course I will remember their names to order them around more efficiently. Surely this shouldn’t come as a surprise to you.”

“Not in the least.” He nodded in agreement with a cold glint in his eyes.

Gianna stood beside him, her heart pounding rapidly and uneasily against her chest.

She tried to reassure herself. Mr. Lopez rarely comes here, and the mansion has no surveillance cameras. I have bribed all the housekeepers, so he shouldn’t know what’s happening here.

Wyatt sat with his leg slightly propped up, sipping his coffee every now and again.

All the housekeepers who were off the clock were summoned to the mansion and stood quietly, not daring to breathe loudly. As for the few housekeepers on leave, they received a phone call from the head housekeeper to return and started arriving one after another an hour later.

The head housekeeper took a step forward and cautiously informed Wyatt, “Mr. Lopez, the housekeepers are all here.”

“Is that so?” He nodded and swept his sharp gaze over them. “Who is in charge of Ms. Marsh’s care on the third floor, including prepping her meals?”

Heidi was among those who stood forward with their heads bowed.

Wyatt continued evenly, “Did she start losing appetite two months ago? Was the food fresh from the kitchen, including the milk and eggs?”

One of the housekeepers answered with a quiver in her voice, “Yes, Ms. Marsh’s appetite has always been poor.”

“The vegetables and meat are fresh and bought from the market every morning,” another housekeeper said, handing Wyatt the grocery receipts.

He scanned them briefly before asking, “What are her favorite dishes, and what does she dislike?”

exchanged a look and

to answer?” Wyatt sneered. “Does this mean all of you failed at your job

not the case, Mr. Lopez. It’s difficult for us to

right. Ms. Marsh only takes a few bites of every

threw his coffee cup on the ground, shattering it into pieces. The housekeepers jumped, their hands and

of her meals should monitor what she eats every day and note it down. Why the f*ck did you show me a godd*mn groceries

“Who was in charge of her care last month

No one answered.

the upkeep of this home, yet you don’t even have a duty roster. Are you whiling your time away

do have a duty roster, Mr. Lopez. I-It’s…” The head housekeeper was flustered. “Mary, who was on duty previously, mistook the logbook for trash and threw it out. Thus,

just as I requested it.”

the

rest of the housekeepers cowered, and Gianna felt tendrils of

that only death awaited if she said

his leg and stated calmly, “Step forward, the housekeeper on duty on the twenty-second. None of

up, spurred by fear of

Heidi,

he asked, “Were you on duty on the twenty-second of

replied, a tremor coursing through her

answer my question just now?” Wyatt advanced toward her, a murderous aura emanating from

end, and her teeth chattered in fear as she answered, “I-I had

forgot about it, not that you didn’t

let her guard down and asked, “Did you know the

you to keep track of her ovulation when you

with a hostile gaze. “Would you

were lodged in Heidi’s throat under his piercing stare, and she couldn’t finish her