The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 989: The Thief of the Same Time Line
A night of loud thunder.

Dusk before nightfall.

There was an equally restless little cultist sitting on a high chair, bending over to tie her trouser legs - her hunting suit, which was easier to blend into the night, was covered with hand-sewn pockets, and her ears were missing many jingling, faded roses that were no longer sought after.

The older maid was milling about her, as uneasy as a mouse at the sound of a cat.

"Miss! You can't go out! Mr. Tom said! Once you leave——"

"You will be fired?" Rose raised her head, her heels resting on the edge of the stool, her bean-like toes coated with chlorophyll oil curled inward.

The maid trembled her lips and forced a smile: "Yes, miss."

She was Rose's personal maid and had long known that this trick would not fool her for long - Tom, old man, you have given me a big problem.

"I'll have someone else hire you."

The girl spoke casually, running her fingertips across every crack.

She has not been leaving the house recently, and has been carried here and there by a bunch of servants. She has been maintained like a young bamboo shoot, which is damp when pinched.

"Miss!"

"Rowland Collins has the money to hire you, and my stupid friend Chandel also has money - I also know the owner of the Taylor family, a new generation of... generous owners. And his sister Beatrice... Oh, if you choose, there is another choice - Burns, I think Rosalind would be more willing to accept the kindness of the Shelley family..."

She slowly and methodically used loud names to shut up the maid's further words.

Among them, Roland Collins is the least famous one.

Taylor.

Burns.

Kratov.

Each of these was not something a maid could dream of - she would never leave the Shelley family in her life. Ever since she was adopted by Mr. Shelley when she was a child, she grew up in his kindness and married into a good family...

It was not until her husband had an accident in the factory that Mr. Shelley sought justice for her.

She would never leave the Shelley family in her life.

Old Tom.

just now.

It seems the young lady doesn't buy it anymore.

"You really can't go out..." The maid's smile was uglier than crying: "Otherwise I will be punished..."

Rose raised her eyebrows: "Aha, now you've changed your words?" She curled up on the high stool like a cat, watching the woman who was neither too old nor too young walk towards her, half kneeling in front of her and looking up.

"We all have to obey the master's orders and Mr. Tom's words, Miss. Your schedule is already full recently, and there are two dances tomorrow..."

Rose was very upset.

She hated whalebone skirts, hated having her butt padded like a horse, and hated parties where she had to sip sour grape juice and say the year, season, and name of the estate with her eyes closed - if she hadn't been able to bring something back from every party, she would have been unable to bear it.

"Miss…"

"I'm going to die in this house." Rose lowered her head and tapped her emerald green toenails with her hands. The maid drew the pattern for her every day, but the person she wanted to show off the most was not in the house. "I'm not the real 'Shelley'..."

She muttered something under her breath.

The maid was horrified: "Oh my God! You can't say that outside!"

Rose pouted.

"James is avoiding me, and so is old Tom. What on earth are you trying to turn me into… a commodity at a party? A big deal for the Shelleys? A share in the railroad?"

She muttered breathlessly, her voice getting louder and louder.

The maid looked up and couldn't help but smile.

Her lady is so cute.

"How much do you think your railroad shares are worth?"

The maid teased. Rose heard a hint of Roland in this.

"You don't think I don't hit people, do you? I'm telling you, don't mess with me, or I'll kick you in the jaw."

The maid held the foot that was about to take off and squeezed it again and again in her hands, making the mistress giggle.

"Whoever gets to go with you is extremely lucky..."

She sniffed the faint orchid scent on Rose's body, and thought of how she would walk barefoot on the carpet in order to "rebel", putting things on the table on the floor and things on the floor on the table - with her hands on her hips, watching the servants and old Tom busying around...

It's a bird that can't be caged, Mr. Tom.

What on earth are you and the master thinking about...?
Her Rose couldn't just marry into anyone's family. After a few years, she was forced to give birth to four or five disobedient children. In the autumn or winter, she became ill and was sent to the hospital, leaving behind a huge fortune...

Her bright green, beautiful jewel-like eyes would dim day by day among the curtains filled with stale smell, the flea-infested skirt folds and the sweaty wooden shoes.

Her hands and feet would be tied to the head and foot of the bed with wire and cable ties, and the doctors who were good at sawing wood would test their new inventions on her one by one - the crazy ones would become crazier and crazier until they killed themselves completely.

Every Londoner has visited a lunatic asylum.

But not every Londoner knew where the people in the asylum came from.

master…

Mr. Tom...

If she couldn't be 'Shelley', why did she have to go through all this?

The maid was just a mortal. She had no idea what her old master was thinking. After many days of companionship and service, this childless lady fell in love with Rose - it would have been great if she was a boy.

A man should have such a temperament.

The girl was a disaster.

"Where exactly are you going?"

The maid knelt on the carpet, lowered her head and fiddled with Rose's feet. After hanging up the anklets she had taken off, she put on her stockings and tapped her naughty toes.

"Looking for the gentleman with the eye problem?"

Seeing that Rose didn't answer, the maid asked again.

Rose pursed her lips.

No.

Today, there was news from the Gold Tooth Gang - regarding the case of animal carcasses, she had been asking the Gold Tooth Gang to keep an eye on it.

Someone saw it.

The 'weird guy' who collected the dead bodies of wild cats.

"Just taking a walk." Rose said insincerely.

The maid saw it immediately.

"If I let you leave without permission, I'm afraid you will be punished... Can you promise to come back tonight?" The maid paused and added, "Come back on time."

Rose straightened up immediately: "Promise to do it before midnight!"

"I dare not promise you..." The maid sighed: "You are the master, Miss. I am just worried that once Mr. Tom finds out that this 'method' doesn't work, I'm afraid it will be something else next time..."

Old James is very good at taking advantage of Rose's inappropriate sympathy and weakness to achieve his own goals. Rose herself knows that sometimes she shouldn't let this old man lead her by the nose... But every time she sees that tired, weather-beaten old face...

I always feel like I owe him something.

damn it.

Roland always used this method to amuse himself.

None of them are good.

(End of this chapter)