Cold Man And Miss Stone
17. Dancing On Emilia's Palms [REVISED]

Emilia dismembered the vegetable thinner without replying to the scolding from Hana. Cut even thinner cabbage, then move to wash the pile of pans that have just been used by the chef.

Whatever Emilia did, they were never satisfied.

Maybe it was because they needed an impingement and Ema was too silent, so they got angry while saying her name.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Emilia was eventually left alone in the kitchen to wash again the used equipment.

The rest of the servants went to rest and also served food for their masters. He said tomorrow will be busier because tomorrow the mourners will come.

Only death. Why so busy taking care of it?

Emilia did not understand at all, finished the work and went up to the room to rest.

"Ema."

It couldn't be because Samuel prevented it. "What?"

"Your face is pale. You're working so it doesn't matter if I tell you to eat?"

"I'll eat after I sleep."

Emilia rushed into the room to take a bath and sleep.

Emilia is hungry. But he knew Samuel's eyes looked at him somewhat differently.

It turns out he's still suspicious. So Emilia had to make an even more depressing impression. What can a girl who even sleeps on a hungry stomach do after work?

He had to think about that, so holding back hunger was not something difficult.

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Something's not right.

Come to think of it however, this is too sudden. Samuel can still understand—and don't care—if it's Idrus Ahkam, but Seline is definitely different. He is the favorite grandson of a beloved son.

"It looks like you're enjoying the show here."

Yesterday, when Idrus Ahkam died, Argantana Ahkam and Suryanata aka his father Samuel remained in Singapore for work. But now they are back, bothered to take the time for one death after ignoring the first two deaths.

Argantana's words just now imply that she considers Samuel the culprit.

It is natural to think. Samuel doesn't care about a single strand of hair in this house. Because they were so ignorant, they wanted to live or die, neither was Samuel's business.

"I don't think you're as happy as you are." Samuel replied as if he suspected it was Argantana. "I know your hobby is killing someone, but isn't that kind of cruel to your siblings as well as your niece?"

His face was incredible.

"Samuel." Argantana. His face that had been veined despite not snatching away the beautiful lines on his face looked terrifying as it growled.

It was not scary for Samuel.

"This is my last warning. Surrender or I'll destroy all of yours with nothing left."

"Which one is mine?" Samuel smiled in anguish. "I'll see first the destruction of you, just come and threaten me again. Because what I see now is just fear."

"...." - ".Argantana passed, ending those pleasantries until there.

He seems a bit confused. He suspects Samuel, but Argantana is not a moron. He must have also thought that there was no point in Samuel secretly killing family members out of old grudges.

If you want, Samuel could have blatantly killed them overnight. But Argantana could think of nothing else.

Just as Samuel could not think of his disturbing feelings over the suspicion that this was Ema's doing.

The problem is, how can it be? Ema was in the room, curled up on an empty stomach after being told to work.

Both Argantana and Samuel seemed to be dancing on someone's hand.

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