Chapter 14 Of course guests are not allowed...

Of course not.

The wound on her hand was healing and the pain was gone, but Mary still kept her hand away from Diego's face and was very vigilant.

Diego pursed his lips a little aggrievedly: "Isn't it possible?"

"No," Mary shook her head and forced the water into Diego's hand: "You have grown up and should learn to be independent."

“…Oh.” He took the water, drank it obediently, then slowly lay down on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

Troublemaker

Mary looked at her fingers that had recovered as before, resisted the urge to beat Diego up, and fumbled for the key on his body.

Fortunately, it wasn't hard to find. It was in his trouser pocket. The cold key had been stained with Diego's temperature and was a little hot.

After carefully confirming that Diego was really asleep, Mary opened the drawer. The previous search was mainly for direct evidence, but now she could only patiently look at the documents.

She didn't know why there were so many random things in Diego's cabinet - rolled-up sheet music, love letters from many girls, and some miscellaneous invitations. Mary looked at the signatures on the invitations, all of them were women's names. It seemed that he was indeed very popular.

Opening another drawer, Mary found some law-related books inside. She flipped through them and closed the drawer with little interest after making sure there were no secret letters inside.

A letter appeared in the third drawer. The envelope had been opened, allowing Mary to easily read the contents. It roughly read: Was there something wrong with Lolalia Terre's will? Why did she only give him this frivolous house? All the men who had divorced her before had received a hefty $30,000 settlement, but why did he, her husband, have no money? He had the impression that Ms. Terre had millions of dollars, so why had he received nothing?

The lawyer replied: "That's what's written in the other party's will. There's no problem with that." Furthermore, the actual value of this magnificent house is over $300,000. Diego, please cherish it.

After reading the letter, Mary finally understood why Diego could be so stingy.

The luxurious appearance of this house was all the result of money. For example, there are more than a dozen servants who repair the courtyard and beautify the exterior, and six servants who take turns guarding the gate, not to mention the gardeners who take care of the flower beds and cultivate new varieties, as well as those who grow vegetables... all together, there are almost thirty servants.

Mary carefully calculated the expenses, both obvious and hidden. Diego's monthly expenses for maintaining the basic operation of the house were $800. If he were not an outstanding horse racer, he would have gone bankrupt long ago.

Hiss… most people's annual salaries don't exceed $800… This Ms. Terr was really smart, passing the hot potato to Diego. Selling the house would be a near-miss, but leaving it alone would be a shame. No wonder Diego only employed two maids.

It's hard for him to put on a smiling face every day and pretend to be a rich man.

Could this be considered circumstantial evidence that Diego would kill Ms. Terr? Mary wasn't sure.

Forget it. After a month, I'll just steal these suspected evidence and hand them over to Manden. I'll see how he handles it. My expertise isn't in this area, so I'm too lazy to bother with it anymore.

After thinking this, Mary felt a little better. She restored the things very carefully and locked all the drawers again.

Mary put the key back into Diego's trouser pocket and left Diego's room quietly. It was already three o'clock in the morning. Mary quickly washed up and lay down on the bed to fall asleep.

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"Uh... uh uh..." The morning sunlight pierced into the house, and Diego, who woke up from a hangover, made an extremely uncomfortable guttural sound.

A large number of memory fragments entered his mind. He lay in bed for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped up and started brushing his teeth and washing up.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, didn't those bastards figure this out and deliberately make him look bad?!

Not caring about maintaining his composure, Diego yelled into the next room, "Mary!"

The door of his room was quickly opened, and the very reserved maid appeared in front of him. Diego looked at her fingers and found that there was no wound on them.

Was he drunk and misremembering it? But now was not the time to think about that.

Enduring a hangover headache, Diego pressed his temples and ordered Mary, "Hurry and find ten maids. They should all be of similar build and appearance. Go!"

"But..." Where can I find it for you?

Before he could finish his words, Diego changed his mind again: "Forget it, you clean up my room first, and then go clean up the fourth floor for me. Do you understand?"

Without caring whether Mary responded or not, Diego rushed downstairs. His anxious look made Mary a little confused.

Maybe a distinguished guest was coming to the house? But it had nothing to do with her.

After Mary finished tidying up Diego's room, she put on a cloth mask and went to the fourth floor.

It's funny to say, but before that, Mary explored the fourth floor like a thief, saving sleep every day and figuring out the whole floor, and now she has a reason to go up there openly.

Sighing silently, Mary picked up the broom and began to clean. Downstairs, Diego was also busy making arrangements for the visit.

This was an opportunity he had finally seized, and he must not lose it easily.

He first gave the chefs a lot of money and asked them to prepare the best and most expensive things for lunch. Then he asked other servants to help him find a woman with quick hands and feet to work as a maid here for a day and be paid five dollars a day.

The house is very clean and beautiful inside and out, so there shouldn't be any problems... The chef is very good, so there's no need to worry.

In the past, he was only responsible for enjoying the banquets hosted by the old woman. When he was entertaining guests, the old woman was always on guard against him and did not give him any chance to learn.

But that's okay... he's an excellent student and he believes he can do well too.

Although the man he had invited today held no real power in the government, he was well known within the circle. He was the president's right-hand man. It was said that many politicians could get away with corruption and crimes for years, but this man could find their loopholes and exploit them. Therefore, he held considerable power and status.

If he could establish a good relationship with this person... Diego's eyes flashed with excitement, then he would most likely have the opportunity to meet the president.

As long as the money is in place, everything will be easy. A dozen maids quickly gathered, donned their maid outfits, and began working swiftly. A rich aroma wafted from the kitchen, indicating that lunch was ready.

Beautiful flowers picked from the greenhouse and placed in expensive vases looked stunning. Everything looked just as perfect as expected, and Diego couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

About half an hour later, Mary came down from upstairs, looking a little tired. "Sir, the fourth floor has been cleaned. Do you need to check it?"

"No need." Diego knew the maid was reliable, and he didn't want to miss the incoming guests. So he shook his head and pointed to the maids standing nearby. "Stand with them. When the guests come, remember to be smart and quick. Do you understand?"

Mary walked over obediently without saying much, but her docile behavior made Diego feel a little strange.

The hangover from yesterday had left his memory in a mess. Although he had no idea what had happened last night, his intuition told him that he needed to be wary of this woman.

Soon, clever and cute Edie slipped in from the side door and whispered to Diego, "Sir, the guests have come in from the main door and should be here in three minutes."

Fortunately, he came. If the customer broke the contract, he would not only lose money but also become a laughing stock in the circle.

Diego looked in the mirror, making sure his hair was messy and his collar was straightened.

As he smoothed the wrinkles on his collar, a guest came in from outside.

The man's face was unhealthily pale, his lips pale, giving him the appearance of being haggard at first glance. Compared to Diego's dazzling golden hair, his was the color of a stream, the golden color of repeated washing. His eyes were the same, pale as the blue that appears when a lake freezes over. Compared to most people, he had a strangely faded look. This made his presence feel weak, giving the first impression of indifference and frailty.

"Mr. Blackmoa." Diego smiled genuinely and walked towards him. He nodded slowly, without a trace of smile on his face. He just glanced at Diego casually and began to look around.

His pale blue eyes were like a calm lake, until he saw Mary, and then the lake suddenly began to boil.

Blackmoa ignored Diego in front of him and walked straight towards Mary with an extremely rare anger on his face.

"You..." He pointed his finger at the tip of Mary's nose. "You actually!" He looked so angry that he was almost incoherent. "How can you be here?! How dare you waste your talent!"