"What?" Paul looked over in astonishment, "You’re saying Jessica is with Miss Gaia."
"Yes," his subordinate replied, "our informant at the hotel confirmed it’s Miss Jessica."
"Where is she now?" Paul asked urgently.
"She left the hotel with Miss Gaia half an hour ago, exact destination unknown. They were very cautious, our people lost their trail."
"How could this happen?" Paul waved his hand dismissively and raised it to his brow, "Could it be that Miss Gaia had someone take her away? I will figure out something immediately."
Paul knew Jessica couldn’t possibly betray the Lord of Demons; if she did this, it was because the other party had control over her.
"Wait," Moses spoke up to stop him, "there’s no need to rush, let’s wait and see."
Jessica was his person, and he was very clear about her capabilities. He wasn’t sure what was really going on yet; perhaps Jessica had her own plan.
His orders to her were to protect Gan Yuan. If Gan Yuan allowed her to stay by her side, there was no need to insist on bringing Jessica back. Paul nodded understandingly, and the anxiety he held eased significantly. After all, being with Gan Yuan was better than being controlled by someone else.
Footsteps tinkled lightly as the butler approached with a bowl of broth, carefully placing it in front of Moses.
"Your soup," he said.
Moses nodded gently and handed a document to Paul, "Go see Dolly to confirm the specific date for the announcement. Also, transfer these property rights to Gaia’s name."
Paul took the documents and left downstairs. Moses then picked up the spoon to sip the soup.
The butler stood respectfully aside, pondering for a moment, and finally spoke up, "Isn’t it about time to tell the miss the truth?"
Moses stopped his soup-sipping motion, "It’s not time yet."
"I have my judgement." Moses glanced sideways, his gaze falling on the butler’s profile. He stood up, retrieved an envelope from the drawer, and handed it to him, "This is for you."
The butler was taken aback, taking the contents out of the envelope.
The thin stack of papers was a property deed—a house in the French countryside, and also a check with a hefty sum.
"What is this..." the butler looked up at Moses, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Moses settled back at the table, gripping the spoon, "From now, you no longer need to serve me."
The butler’s fingers trembled, "I... I still don’t understand."
Moses swallowed the soup calmly, "You’ve been fired. Do you understand now?"
"But..." The butler began and then stopped himself, "Fine, if you want me gone, I’ll go!"
He stuffed the property deed and check back into the envelope and slammed the envelope onto Moses’s table.
"Keep these for yourself!"
He turned and walked towards the stairs without looking back.
"Wait!" Moses called out again, and the butler stopped. Moses continued coldly, "If you dare to tell her the truth, I’ll kill that child."
Turning furiously, the butler retorted, "Moses, don’t forget that your life was given to you by the miss. The reason the sir adopted you in the first place was all because of the miss. The way you’re treating her now, you... you’re betraying the sir, betraying the miss!"
Picking up another spoonful of soup from the bowl, Moses elegantly opened his mouth and swallowed the broth.