Chance was Eric’s only son.

If something happened to him, Mitchell could not afford the consequences.

Mitchell fell silent.

After a while, the bodyguards brought the perpetrator over.

Someone knocked on the door.

Standing at the door was a young and average-looking girl. She was a plain jane that no one would notice if put in a crowd.

The person in charge paused and said, “Her name is Hannah Simpson.”

Hannah looked a little flustered.

“Boss, what can I do for you?”

She did not seem to know what was going on.

Mitchell glanced at the person in charge. The man had a glum face and scolded the girl.

“You were the only one who entered Young Master Chance’s room the whole night. What did you feed him?”

Hannah paused. “I didn’t. He said he was hungry, so I brought him some food from the back kitchen. After he finished eating, I took it away. What’s wrong?”

The person in charge took a deep breath.

“The back kitchen?! Didn’t you know his identity? How could you give him a staff mea