Chapter 553

Hearing her frustration, Lorenzo looked down for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Then don’t do anything.”

Ella huffed. “So you want me to just sit here and do nothing?”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “You’re a suspect.”

Ella thought to herself, ‘Fine, I’m a suspect. Who else is to be blamed? Last night, I almost got him killed. Well, thank God I didn’t. If he died, I probably wouldn’t be alive right now!’

“Then tell your people to hurry up and investigate it,” Ella said.

She promised herself that once everything was cleared up, she’d fly straight to Stephanie and never see Lorenzo again.

After spending a few days around him, Ella, who had never believed in superstitions, was starting to wonder if maybe Lorenzo was her bad luck.

‘How much has happened since I’ve been around him? I just want to live a few more years,’ she thought.

“What if your people get it wrong?” Ella asked carefully, glancing at Lorenzo.

‘His men are investigating anyway. What if they end up blaming me for something? I’d be dead, right? This is still just a suspicion, and these people hate my guts. If they find something, they won’t hesitate to kill me,’ Ella thought, her heart pounding.

Lorenzo glared at her without saying a word. His silence made Ella even more nervous. She got more flustered. “I mean, their investigation isn’t always 100% accurate, right?”

‘I can’t let them screw this up and have me pay the price with my life,’ she thought, her anxiety growing by the second.

Lorenzo narrowed his eyes. “If they’re wrong, they’re done for.”

Shocked, Ella thought, ‘If they’re done for, then what about me?’

She looked at Lorenzo, meeting his dangerous gaze. Her throat went dry. His face was cold and hard, and she knew there was no talking her way out of this.

Ella felt completely drained. She walked downstairs with her head hanging low, completely exhausted. Cecil was quick on his feet and had already brought in a chef for the villa, but the maids still hadn’t arrived.

Chloe, the cook, saw Ella and greeted her with respect. “Good morning, Ms. Turner.”

“Yeah, hey,” Ella replied weakly.

Chloe handed her a glass of fresh orange juice. “This is for Lorenzo. Could you take it to his room?”

When Cecil asked her to come, he specifically told her not to go into the study or Lorenzo’s room. He even said it was best not to go upstairs. Since Lorenzo wasn’t coming down, Chloe had no choice but to ask Ella to help.

As soon as Chloe asked Ella to take the juice to Lorenzo, a flood of memories rushed through Ella’s mind—everything that had gone wrong in the last few days because of him.

Realizing the danger, she quickly shook her head. “No. I’m not doing anything like that right now.”

What if something happens to the juice, and Lorenzo drinks it? I’d get dragged into it too, she thought. She’d already made mistakes on her own. Now, it was about handling it through two people. Ella had learned her lesson. She wasn’t getting involved in anything that had to do with Lorenzo.

Chloe didn’t understand why she refused.

“You take it to him,” Ella said, clearly refusing to get involved with anything related to Lorenzo.

“But Cecil said I can’t go into Lorenzo’s room or the study, and I cannot go upstairs, either,” Chloe protested.

“Then have him come down and drink it,” Ella said, clearly not interested in delivering it herself.

Chloe thought, ‘Have him come down? No way am I asking him to do that.’

Ella advised, “Or just leave it at his door. You don’t need to go in.”

“But Cecil said I’m not allowed to go upstairs at all,” Chloe added. “He said if I touch something I’m not supposed to, it could cost me my life.”

Ella thought to herself, “Touch something she’s not supposed to? That reminds me. Cecil told me the same thing before—some things are better left alone. And Stephanie also warned me not to go up to Lorenzo’s room without his permission. Things could get ugly.”

“Anyway, I’m not doing it. Let him come down when he gets thirsty,” Ella said firmly.

Chloe, who was left with no choice, sighed helplessly. Ella wasn’t going to touch anything that had to do with Lorenzo, no matter what.

Just as she was about to say something else, Stephanie’s call came through. Ella picked up the phone. “Stefi.”