Chapter 445: In the hands of these aristocrats, after all, it's nothing more than a canary.

Norris Moore stood up from the sofa, took the dark brown tie from the servant's hand, and walked over to tie it for him.

"Can I go home today?"

Trenton Smith spoke without emotion: "I've told you before, you're living here from now on."

"Can I go out today, then?"

"Not until you agree to live here."

"..." Norris and her hands fell silent together. After a moment, she threw away the tie and stepped back, glaring at him fiercely, "Trenton Smith, you really are something!"

His face was expressionless: "If you tell me what you did with Rufus Swallow during that week, I won't restrict your movements."

Norris sneered viciously, "How could you possibly find me if Rufus and I had spent a week in a hotel together?"

Trenton's eyes were dark and somber: "You wouldn't dare."

Norris sneered coldly a few times, not even giving him a glance as she left for the upper floor.

The servants in the room stood quietly to one side as they argued.