As expected, Ryan Osborne’s expression darkened.
He glanced at the surrounding servants, who all quickly lowered their heads.
He realized Ashley Bowen must have returned while he was taking a nap.
He had given a false report.
If His Highness were to hold him accountable, he would surely face a harsh punishment.
“Listen to me carefully.
If His Highness asks, you are all to say you didn’t see the Imperial Concubine enter.
Who knows, maybe she scaled the walls to get in.
It’s not like that’s impossible.
You hear me?!” Ryan Osborne snapped.
The terrified servants all nodded in unison.
Aaron pushed Yuri Sinclair into the room and flipped the switch for the chandelier.
He was about to help Yuri wash up for the night, as he always did, but was stopped short by the sight of women’s clothing scattered messily all over the floor.
From her coat, to her bra, to her panties…
A pair of panties lay right at the front of the trail of clothes, and on them, a cute SpongeBob SquarePants was flashing a peace sign and smiling up at them…
“Your Highness…
this…
I…
Perhaps I should take my leave first?” Aaron’s face was beet red.
‘What in the world is going on?’
‘Didn’t the head butler say the Imperial Concubine hadn’t returned?
Then who does all this belong to?’
With a respectful bow, he turned and left.
The heavy, European-style door clicked shut.
Only then did Yuri Sinclair’s brow furrow.
He wheeled himself forward.
The bathroom light was on, but it was completely silent inside.
Yuri Sinclair wheeled himself closer, his face as black as a thundercloud.
He grabbed the doorknob and gave it a gentle turn, but there was no sound from within.
The moment he pushed the door open, Yuri Sinclair’s face went deathly pale.
His bathroom was an absolute wreck!
Puddles of water covered the floor, and a pair of slippers had been thrown haphazardly about.
And in his bathtub…
lay a person.
The small figure had her eyes closed and her face was flushed.
She was leaning back against the edge of the tub, her head tilted to one side.
It was hard to tell if she was asleep or had fainted.
Unable to suppress his simmering rage, Yuri Sinclair growled, “Ashley Bowen!”
“Present, teacher!” Ashley Bowen was dreaming that she had dozed off in class and her teacher was glaring daggers at her.
She shot to her feet, jolting awake.
“Ah!
You—you—you…” ‘How could this pervert just barge into my bathroom?
How could he see me completely naked?!’
Ashley Bowen’s shriek was loud enough to shatter glass throughout the entire villa.
The building seemed to shake three times before finally settling down.
She scrambled out of the tub, trying to grab a dry towel from the rack to cover herself.
But in her haste, her foot slipped on the wet floor, and she went down hard.
“AHH!”
With another earth-shattering scream, the entire villa seemed to tremble again from the impact of her fall.
Ashley Bowen landed flat on her back, spread-eagled on the floor for Yuri Sinclair’s viewing pleasure.
She had been trying to cover up, but now, he had gotten a complete and total eyeful.
*Sob…*
Crying her eyes out wouldn’t do any good now.
“You pervert!
Are you still looking?
Don’t look!”
“I’m the pervert?” Yuri Sinclair was momentarily speechless.
A flicker of exasperation crossed his handsome face.
“If you’re not a pervert, then why did you sneak into my room to watch me bathe?” Ashley Bowen tried to struggle to her feet, only to make the tragic discovery that her back had seized up.
She couldn’t move!
“Take a good look,” Yuri Sinclair said, his voice quiet.
“Whose room do you think this is?” His voice was low and carried a magnetic, masculine quality that was incredibly appealing.
And yet, his frigid expression was enough to send a shiver down one’s spine.