"Just now, Mr. Ashton brought a woman in, did you all see that?"
As everyone was wondering about Joanna Lawrence's identity, Mr. Rowan walked in.
The maids saw him and respectfully called out, "Butler Rowan."
Rowan nodded, his sharp eyes sweeping over the crowd, and said authoritatively, "That's Ms. Joanna, our hostess from now on. If any of you dare to be even slightly disrespectful towards her, leave immediately. Did you all hear that clearly?"
The maids widened their eyes in shock, their faces full of disbelief.
After a few seconds, they replied in unison, "Yes, we understand."
After Rowan left.
There were gasps of astonishment from the crowd.
"My goodness, she's actually Mr. Ashton's wife?"
"So, did Mr. Ashton just suddenly get married?"
"Who am I? Where am I? What have I been through?"
*
Joanna slept soundly.
Ashton Heath carried her into the bedroom and placed her on a large black bed. During the whole process, she never woke up once.