“Yes.” Maisie nodded.
“Maisie.” Xyla was standing in front of the door. She was wearing a dress from the man’s daughter. Although it did not go very well with her body size, she still looked rather good in it.
Xyla came forward and said to the bearded man. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sullivan. She’s my friend.”
Sullivan nodded. Then, he went away to do his own stuff with his cigarette in between his lips.
Xyla pulled Maisie into the house.
Although the house was not as luxurious and spacious as those rooms in the mansion, it was clean. There was a young boy and an old woman in the house other