In Fisher Manor, Belinda sat down on the sofa, tired from pacing. The ashtray before her was already filled with cigarette butts.

“Madam.” Elaine entered the room and greeted Belinda respectfully after walking up to her.

“What is it?” Belinda asked coldly.

“Mr. Hunter is back. Should I let him in?”

Belinda’s expression darkened. “I didn’t call him back. Who told him to come here?”

Elaine said carefully, “Mr. Hunter might be able to take your mind off whatever’s causing your bad mood. He had