After laying their cards on the table, Yu Xing followed Masha at an unhurried pace down the thickly carpeted corridor.
Perhaps it was only his imagination, but with the torrential rain outside the windows, the manor's corridors seemed even more shadowy and deep than before. The passageways twisted and turned, the lights were dim, and the place felt like the intestines of some enormous beast.
The heavy walls kept the rain out, but the oppressive air, redolent of damp plants and old wood, seeped in through every crack.
They finally stopped in front of the small sitting room's tightly shut door. Under normal circumstances, no one could hear what was happening inside from here, but Yu Xing only had to listen for a moment before raising an eyebrow. "Carlos and Madam Funair are...?"
Masha turned to him with a smile, lowering her voice as if she didn't want to disturb the fun behind the door. "Yes, Mr. Yu Xing. As you can see, your colleague is in there. Madam likes him very much, so she's decided to get to know him more intimately. I'm sure they'll have a very pleasant evening."
Yu Xing kept his face impassive, but scoffed inwardly.
So now you're not rushing over in a panic to accuse Anthony of cheating?
Seeing that Yu Xing had no intention of barging in and disturbing Madam Funair and Carlos, Masha was clearly pleased. She offered, "I'm not sure how long Madam intends to keep him, but you can—"
"BANG!!!"
A deafening crash cut off Masha mid-sentence without warning.
The heavy oak door was slammed from the inside by a violent force. Its hinges groaned under the strain as it flew open, then crashed against the wall, sending dust cascading from the doorframe.
Yu Xing and Masha both turned toward