Chapter 1

I worked as a live-in maid in a billionaire’s mansion.

I thought my job was just cleaning and dusting. But to my surprise—

I ended up cleaning up his dirtiest, darkest secrets.

It started with a few strands of hair.

Then, a pair of bloody scissors and torn clothes.

Later, it was severed fingers, a rolled-out eyeball, and...

A corpse.

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When the police walked into the villa, everyone was whispering in panic.

Only I stood there, calmly watching their every move.

I knew.

My chance had finally come.

Late at night, I took off my maid uniform. I changed into a sheer, black lace slip dress and walked up to the master bedroom on the top floor.

*Knock, knock, knock—*

"Come in."

The man’s eyes flashed with a sickening, lustful look. He stared at my body greedily, then waved his hand to beckon me over.

I walked over, and he pulled me tightly into his lap.

"Lana, you smell so good..."

"Mr. Harrison, please... don’t be like this."

He grabbed my hand. "Call me Richard."

Richard Harrison. The oldest son of the Harrison Group. He owned three major tech companies and was the master of this massive, luxurious villa.

"Mr. Harrison, this isn’t right... I’m just a maid." He sniffed my neck like an addict. His hot, heavy breath made my stomach turn.

"So what if you’re a maid? I love maids." He chuckled, his hand sliding down toward the hem of my dress. I stopped him immediately, holding my hand up and staying silent.

Richard let out a cold laugh. He pulled a thick stack of cash out of his drawer and threw it onto the desk. "You know what to do, right?"

I smiled. Slowly, I leaned down, bringing my face close to his.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up the sky outside.

As the light flashed across my face, Richard suddenly pushed me away. "You!"

I blinked innocently. "What’s wrong?"

He stared at me blankly, shook his head, and then rubbed his temples with a sigh.

Sensing something was off, I leaned in closer. "Are you not feeling well? Got something on your mind?"

"Lana, if only you could help me," Richard said, his eyes filled with panic. "But I’m afraid nobody has the guts for this."

I traced his jawline with my fingernail. "As long as the price is right, I have all the guts you need."

Richard grabbed my wrist, his gaze turning deadly serious.

I felt the shift in the room. The air grew heavy and suffocating.

The next second, he leaned into my ear and whispered five words in a voice only I could hear.

"I killed someone."

For a second, my face froze.

Seeing my reaction, Richard burst into a wild laugh. "Hahaha!"

His devilish laughter echoed in the bedroom. My face went from pale to flushed.

"Don’t be scared," he said, wrapping his arm around my waist. "You’ll help me, won't you?"

I forced myself to calm down. I forced a smile. "How do you want me to help?"

"Shh." Richard's eyes looked like two dark, bottomless pits. "Before the cops find anything, I need you to wipe out every single piece of evidence."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the stack of cash on the table. "$100,000."

He reached out and pinched my nose playfully. "You greedy little thing. What do you even need all this money for?"

"$100,000. Not a penny less," I repeated.

He nodded. "Alright, alright. We’re in the same boat now anyway."

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