The huge sapphire turned out to be the material used to decorate the window sill, and the front wall was built with ivory. She walked to the window and looked outside, and saw lush green everywhere.

When I opened the wardrobe, I saw that it was all white clothes with no tags, but it could be seen that they were brand new.

She picked out a piece at random and put it on her body. The clothes were much too big for her, so they must have been specially prepared for Asuma.

In the bathroom, the bathtub that is half the width of a swimming pool is filled with hot water. Ding Yiyi picked up a bottle of shower gel, opened it and smelled it, and found that there was no smell in the milky white liquid. Not only that, there was nothing on the washbasin.

Our skin care products are all tasteless, as is any of the furnishings in the room.

Although she felt strange, Ding Yiyi was not prepared to stay here any longer. She changed her clothes and pushed out the door.

This man named Derek is really weird. Since he is going to marry Asma, there should be a ceremony. But looking at the current appearance of the manor, there is no preparation for the wedding at all, and no one is so excited about the bride's arrival.

Passionate.

On the top floor of the manor, the room that is 500 meters wide only contains a huge and luxurious bed, and the remaining furniture and furnishings are pitiful.

A man sat upright in front of the table, raising his eyebrows and looking at the Chinese woman walking nimbly in the corridor in the video.

"Master Derek, she doesn't seem to be Miss Asma. Do you need us to deal with it on the spot and bring Miss Asma back?"

Derek looked at the woman who seemed lost in the video, smiling clearly, but his brown eyes were still cold, "No need."

In the corridor, Ding Yiyi was breathing heavily and felt bad. Why is there no servant in such a big house? And how many rooms does this house have? It has been more than an hour since then!

She held on to the wall and walked slowly downstairs. As soon as she turned the corner, she saw a man in a wheelchair.

The man was wearing a white linen wheelchair, and a belt looped from one side of the wheelchair to the other side of his body.

She seemed to be very lethargic, and in her unattractive appearance, the corners of her eyes that were always drooped always seemed to have a hint of sarcasm.

"Downstairs is not the exit." He said calmly: "I will take you out."

He pressed one of the buttons on the wheelchair, and the wheels automatically turned and drove forward.

Ding Yiyi followed him suspiciously, feeling strange in her heart. It was obvious that she was nothing like Asma, but the man in front of her seemed very indifferent.

Before she could speak, the wheelchair suddenly stopped. The man's brows were furrowed and his face was tense. He was more disgusted than the indifferent attitude just now, "What does it smell like on you?"

"What's the smell?" Ding Yiyi sniffed her arm, "It doesn't smell much. Maybe I ran too fast just now, so I sweated a little."

Before he finished speaking, the man had already pressed the button of the wheelchair, left on his own, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Who is this?" Ding Yiyi muttered, then raised her hand and sniffed her arm.

"Madam." The fat maid's serious voice sounded like a ghost. Compared with the panicked Ding Yiyi, her facial expression did not seem to have changed at all.

"Your room is here." She turned around and opened the way.

"Wait a minute." Ding Yiyi chased after her, "You know I'm not Asma, right? What on earth do you want to do?"

The fat maid didn't answer, but her steps never stopped. After a while, she brought Ding Yiyi to the door of the room.
Chapter completed!