Chapter 35 The Woman On The Third Floor

This room was not pitch black like the others; a yellow wall lamp illuminated the space. Flora's heart had been pounding, and now it seemed like it might leap out of her chest.

Trembling, she opened the door halfway and saw a woman sitting on the luxurious large bed in the middle of the room. Her disheveled hair added a touch of disorder, yet even in the dim light, her fair face appeared exquisite. Wrapped in a snow-white robe that highlighted her slender figure, sitting on the equally white bed, she genuinely resembled a ghost from a horror film!

At this moment, the woman was staring at Flora with a surprised expression, then waved at her.

"Come here, help me, please?"

Flora had her hands on the door, ready to escape at any moment. She opened her mouth and asked in a voice that almost didn't sound like her own, "Who are you? What do you want me to do?"

Oh my! Looking at her, Flora felt like she might faint.

"Tell Maxwell that I love him, I have always loved him," the woman spoke soft