"Young lady, see, these paper towels, oil stains, and rice grains were all left by someone after eating. There are scratch marks on the floor here, so someone must have slept here." Sylvia was anxious. When she rushed to the ancestral hall, Butler Lang was waiting for her. When he saw her coming, he immediately told her the situation.
Sylvia looked at the floor and frowned.
Although the floor had been cleaned and the garbage was cleared, the remaining items showed that the person who did it was either careless or in a hurry and did not clear it properly.
Who would be sleeping in the Bridgewater family's ancestral hall?
The Priscilla she met yesterday flashed through her mind. Could it be her?
No, how was that possible?
She has a villa and a home here, why would she come to sleep in the ancestral hall?
It can be assumed that the Bridgewater family's ancestral hall was no longer the mysterious and solemn ancestral hall that ordinary people can't easily approach.
She took some photos, checked around and found nothing suspicious. Just as she was about to go out, she suddenly saw two hairs on a long table next to the door. After thinking about it, she picked them up, took out the tissue paper from her pocket, wrapped it and walked outside.
She was going to call Arthur and tell him the situation.
After all, the ancestral hall is the soul of a family, a very serious place. It is not only weird but also inexplicable that something like that happened. She was the hostess of the family at that time and had the responsibility to tell him.
But as soon as she walked out, she saw a woman walking slowly towards the ancestral hall.
The woman wore a black trench coat and haf short hair, she looked smart and capable.
Sylvia stopped.
The woman was none other than Clara.
"Hello, Miss Bridgewater." After Clara
But Sylvia didn't believe in her, so she had to figure things out.
Because that was the ancestral hall, it was very suspicious for her to run to the ancestral hall for no reason.
"I'm sorry, I don't care who you are? Now that I have taken over the responsibility of being the hostess of the family, I have to be responsible for the Bridgewater family. Walking from here is the ancestral hall. People are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall at will, including the descendants of the Bridgewater family, this is a rule, you must abide by it." Sylvia said in a solemn tone without giving in.
Clara was furious by then.
"You bitch, you're looking for death." She suddenly raised her foot to kick Sylvia.
"Miss Bridgewater, be careful." When Butler Lang heard the commotion and came out, he saw Clara trying to kick Sylvia and screamed in fright.
Sylvia smiled coldly, jumped with her right foot, and flicked to the side. Clara's foot missed.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever