Chapter 7

“Hello, ma’am,” the voice said in a low, barely audible voice.

“Hello?” Abigail Sinclair answered cautiously, seated at the dressing table in her room and admiring her reflection in the mirror on the wall.

“It’s me, ma’am. The maid,” the voice whispered.

Abigail rolled her eyes in disgust at the sound of heavy breathing coming through the phone.

“Yes, so?” She asked impatiently.

These peasants can be annoying. Why was she identifying herself? Didn’t she know anyone could have hacked and traced the call? Abigail fought the urge to yell at her.

She couldn’t afford to lose her cool because it would make the maid skittish. She had gone through so much trouble to gain her tenuous trust and get her to spy for her. Really, it was amazing what someone could achieve with money.

“The miss, she is…” she trailed off.

Abigail immediately sat upright, her beautiful face becoming twisted as she widened her eyes and held the table before her in a white-knuckled grip.

“Yes? Speak, you silly gir