Chapter 439

Winnie didn't dare to trust easily anymore. She kept a cold expression, not wanting to engage.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the front door of the mansion. Judging by the time, it must be Eleanor, unable to find Winnie, coming out to look for her. She would soon be searching around the mansion's yard.

"I really am Mrs. Leah Rodriguez's maid," the maid said with a deep, knowing smile. "Mrs. Rodriguez found out someone impersonated her to deceive you. She feels guilty and sent me to help you escape. Do you want to get caught?"

Winnie was stunned. Did Leah know everything?

Her hands trembled as she clutched the torn dress at her chest. She couldn't let Eleanor find her like this.

With no other choice, Winnie nodded and suspiciously followed the maid down a path.

No wonder she couldn't find her way out. Every path in the yard looked the same, and there were no lights. She wondered if Sean, the pervert, had built so many paths just to mess with people.

Winnie grumbled to herself as she followed the maid out of the mansion's yard.

Beyond was a main road lined with other identical mansions.

"Where are you headed, miss?" the maid asked. "I can take you a bit further, to a safe place."

Winnie wanted to go to Lawrence's mansion, but she couldn't say that.

First, she wasn't sure if this maid was really sent by Leah.

Second, she didn't want to reveal her connection to Lawrence.

"I'll figure it out myself. Thank you," Winnie said.

The maid smiled deeply, didn't insist, and turned off her lantern before leaving.

Winnie stood at a crossroads, surrounded by low bushes and high walls enclosing the mansion yards. She silently counted to the fourth mansion.

But she realized Jeremy's information was off; the mansions weren't arranged in a regular pattern.

Where was Lawrence?

Damn it, didn't Jeremy say Lawrence would come to meet her?

Had he not received the message, or did he receive it and just not care, too busy with Ishara to bother about her?

Winnie's heart ached with bitterness. She looked around the unfamiliar, grand estates, feeling a sudden wave of despair.

In the distance, she saw lights and heard voices!

"Everyone, check with your maids. We can't have anyone missing," Skylar's voice rang out!

Eleanor and the others had made such a fuss that everyone knew she was missing?

Winnie's eyes turned cold, her heart racing. She looked at the dark mansions; the fourth one could be on the left or the right.

Like a headless chicken, she ran into the one on the left, trying to push open the door to see if it was Lawrence's room.

Suddenly, she saw through the crack in the door, two figures entangled in the light. Her eyes widened.

Maybe she was too shocked, but her foot hit something, making a noise!

The sounds of intimacy inside stopped instantly. A woman hurriedly dressed and came over cautiously.

It was Hellen.

The man on the bed wasn't Bob, Hellen's husband, but...

Winnie stared in shock, her breath caught by the scene-she had stumbled upon Hellen's secret.

Hellen walked over, her face still flushed, and looked through the door crack, meeting Winnie's eyes directly!

For a moment, the air stood still.

Winnie's survival instincts kicked in, and she immediately ran down the steps, disappearing into the night.

Hellen clenched her fingers tightly, standing ominously inside the door.

The man behind her spoke, "Who was that?"

Meanwhile, Lawrence entered his small mansion, which he hadn't actually stayed in before.

He went upstairs and into the bedroom. The dark room seemed normal.

Lawrence pursed his lips and reached out to turn on the light.

With a click, the room was bathed in soft light, revealing a frightened, delicate figure in the men's wardrobe.

Winnie, who was in the middle of changing into a man's shirt, gasped and quickly used the wardrobe door to shield her body!

She turned and saw the familiar, handsome face of Lawrence. Her heart, which had been racing, suddenly stopped.

A few seconds later, Winnie took a deep breath and glared at him with anger. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and annoyance as she scolded, "Can't you make some noise? You scared me to death!"

She had just entered the wrong mansion and experienced the eerie feeling that this grand estate was full of secrets, leaving her still uneasy.

Lawrence felt wronged; he had just arrived!

He raised a dark eyebrow, standing tall and straight, looking down at the small woman hiding in the corner of his wardrobe.

Her pale body was huddled, clutching his white shirt, her face as white as a sheet. Her dark eyes were wide with fear, glistening with tears, making her look particularly fragile. Seeing him, her tearful eyes showed a glimmer of relief and hope.

He didn't miss any of it.

His hardened heart trembled and softened instantly.

She had mocked him and Ishara at the party, tarnishing his reputation.

She had ignored his advice to stay away from Sean, leading to her current predicament.

But he couldn't stay angry.

Because this damn woman was Winnie.

Lawrence sighed inwardly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I get yelled at for entering my own room? And you, a thief stealing my clothes, I haven't even called the cops yet."

"You!" Winnie clutched the shirt to her chest, feeling the rough male fabric against her skin, making her shiver inexplicably.

Her ears turned red with embarrassment, and she bit her lip in anger. "I don't have time for this. Turn around, I need to change!"

Lawrence glanced at the torn red dress on the floor, a dark look flashing in his eyes.

He mocked lightly, "Weren't you so determined not to change out of it at the party? Enjoying it now?"

He still had time to get back at her, huh? Was he really here to help her?

She felt a pang of sadness, a mix of urgency and helplessness. "There are a bunch of people outside looking for me, hoping something bad happens. Is that what you want too? Did you get Jeremy's message? Are you going to help me or not? Lawrence, if you're not going to help, just leave."

Her dress was torn, and she was a mess. If she went out looking like this, no one would believe she was innocent. Whether Sean had touched her or not, Eleanor would have won!

"Do you want my help, hmm?" Lawrence leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette slowly, his tone teasing. "With that attitude, is that how you ask for help?"

Winnie suddenly found herself at a loss for words. She was under his roof and had to bow her head.

She twisted his shirt in her hands, imagining it was him, crumpling it in frustration.

Winnie gritted her teeth, trying to stay calm. "Sorry, I can't muster a good attitude when dealing with a jerk!"

In other words, he could help or not, she didn't care!

"First, tell me the truth. What did Sean do to you?" Lawrence exhaled a puff of smoke, then suddenly turned to face her, his cold eyes filled with menace.

Winnie was startled by his gaze, and it brought back memories. He had always been like this, possessive and domineering over what he considered his, even if she was a woman he no longer wanted.

She blinked, protecting her chest with her arms. "N-nothing... Jeremy saved me, just in time."

Without warning, he stepped closer, his tall frame looming over her. His eyes bore into her defensive stance, his cold gaze sweeping over her chest. He grabbed her chin and asked, "Did he touch you here?"