When James saw Carlisle come out, he respectfully called out, "Mr. Zachman."
Carlisle paused for a moment before turning around and glancing at Katrina. He didn't say anything but then turned to James and ordered, "Take good care of Mrs. Zachman. I'll come by in the morning to have breakfast with her.
"Have the maids prepare more of her favorite foods. If Mrs. Zachman needs anything, inform me immediately."
"Yes, Mr. Zachman," James replied.
Carlisle averted his gaze and walked past James, heading downstairs to leave.
"Carlisle, wait!" Katrina called out, trying to follow him, but James stepped in her way.
"Mrs. Zachman, Mr. Zachman asked that you stay here and rest. If you need anything, feel free to ask the housekeepers, and they'll bring it to you," James said calmly, pretending not to notice the urgency on Katrina's face.
Katrina wanted to tell him to move, but seeing James' firm stance, she knew it was futile.
Soon after, she heard the sound of a car engine outside.
Carlisle was gone.
Katrina clenched her fists in frustration. She stared at James, whose professional smile remained in place as he blocked the door. With a sharp thud, she slammed the door shut, cutting off her view of him.
Turning around, she began to inspect the room carefully. It didn't seem like there were any surveillance devices. She let out a small sigh of relief and rushed to the window, hoping to find a way to escape.
The villa was taller than regular houses, and she was on the second floor. Katrina leaned out of the window, calculating that if she jumped, she would either break something or get seriously hurt.
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