Claire was determined to sneak in tonight to see Dean. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to rest easy.
She had once lived in the Watson Castle as a young mistress for several years and was very familiar with the place. On the north side of the castle, there was a small gate leading to the back garden. From there, it would be easy to reach Dean's room.
However, the small gate was locked from the inside.
Looking around, she realized the only way in was to climb over the wall.
Without hesitation, she rolled up her sleeves and began climbing...
Just then, a Rolls-Royce approached.
"Gilbert, look! Isn't that Claire? Why is she climbing over the wall?" In the car, Emma pointed at the shadowy figure on the wall in astonishment.
In fact, she had spotted Claire from a distance.
Gilbert raised his eyes and, at a glance, his gaze darkened dangerously.
This woman had the audacity to climb over his wall in the middle of the night.
