CHAPTER 25

"What do you mean?" I had asked her as once again my puzzlement found its way onto my features. She glanced at me for a second, she probably didn't suspect I had heard the speech she was making with herself.

"I've never seen him. When I was hired, it was all Angelo's doing. Mr. Rossi always contained himself elsewhere. He was either on his floor, at his other house, or working. Maids or even Angelo himself would come down and expect his food to be ready so they could bring it up to him, but never Mr. Rossi," she explained as she continued cooking.

"That's strange," I muttered before my mind replayed her previous words in my head, "you said he was scarier, how so? Especially since moments ago, he wasn't doing anything scary at all."

Sarah chuckled before walking over to me. She pulled herself onto the counter before looking me square in the eye. "You sure do ask a lot of questions," she laughed.

Shrugging, I raised a brow, waiting for her to answer the question. My eyes followed her mo