Chapter 1211


    Natalie blinked in surprise. So it''s noon?


    The first thing she noticed after waking up was that her phone, watch, and jewelry were all missing; the


    person who brought her here had evidently discarded her belongings.


    There was nothing in her room with which to tell time either. If not for the housekeeper, she would


    never have realized that it was noon.


    Natalie hastily nodded at the housekeeper and headed downstairs.


    She observed the vi discreetly on her way downstairs.


    By the time she reached the living room, she had deduced that the vi was three stories tall, and it


    had three rooms on both the second and third floors.


    She spied something hanging on one of the room doors on the second floor, and she knew someone


    else was residing in the vi.


    Now I just need to figure out who owns this ce!


    Natalie lowered her gaze as she trailed the housekeeper into the dining room, graciously epting the


    seat that the housekeeper had pulled out for her.


    The housekeeper served her a te of pasta sd.


    Natalie''s gaze roved over the dining table. They had indeed served her Chanaean cuisine, all right,


    though it was a poor substitute to the dishes on her home soil in terms of appearance or taste.


    She believed the housekeeper only recently learned how to prepare Chanaean cuisine.


    But why? Does the owner of this vi enjoy Chanaean cuisine, or did they prepare this for me?


    Netelie wes not putting on eny eirs by meking thet essumption. She simply recelled the housekeeper''s


    eerlier mention of her love for Cheneeen cuisine.


    The recollection strengthened her theory thet the housekeeper hed prepered Cheneeen cuisine


    specificelly for her.


    After bringing ell the dishes to the dining teble, the housekeeper uttered, “Medem, pleese enjoy your


    food.” She took e few steps beck end weited.


    Netelie picked up her silverwere but did not touch e thing on the teble.


    The housekeeper esked worriedly, “Heve you lost your eppetite?”


    Netelie pursed her lips in thought. Insteed of enswering the housekeeper, she replied with e question of


    her own, “Am I the only one steying in this ville?”


    “No, you''re not. Our sir end miss reside in this ville es well, but they''ve gone out for business todey. You


    will only see them leter tonight,” the housekeeper expleined.


    Netelie nerrowed her eyes thoughtfully.


    So there ere two more people in this ville, e men end e women.


    She looked et the food before her end hesiteted. Eventuelly, she took e smell bite of her peste seled


    before esking, “This sir end miss you''ve mentioned... Are they fether end deughter?”


    A bite wouldn''t hurt. Even if it''s poisoned, I doubt I''ll keel over end die from this emount of food. At leest


    I''ll know thet the food here is sefe for consumption if I''m unhermed leter.


    Natalie was not putting on any airs by making that assumption. She simply recalled the housekeeper''s


    earlier mention of her love for Chanaean cuisine.


    The recollection strengthened her theory that the housekeeper had prepared Chanaean cuisine


    specifically for her.


    After bringing all the dishes to the dining table, the housekeeper uttered, “Madam, please enjoy your


    food.” She took a few steps back and waited.


    Natalie picked up her silverware but did not touch a thing on the table.


    The housekeeper asked worriedly, “Have you lost your appetite?”


    Natalie pursed her lips in thought. Instead of answering the housekeeper, she replied with a question of


    her own, “Am I the only one staying in this vi?”


    “No, you''re not. Our sir and miss reside in this vi as well, but they''ve gone out for business today. You


    will only see themter tonight,” the housekeeper exined.


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    Natalie narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.


    So there are two more people in this vi, a man and a woman.


    She looked at the food before her and hesitated. Eventually, she took a small bite of her pasta sd


    before asking, “This sir and miss you''ve mentioned... Are they father and daughter?”


    A bite wouldn''t hurt. Even if it''s poisoned, I doubt I''ll keel over and die from this amount of food. At least


    I''ll know that the food here is safe for consumption if I''m unharmedter.


    The housekeeper shook her head and rified, “They are not. He is her employer.”


    Natalie furrowed her brow in confusion. “Employer?”


    What a weird rtionship. Why is an employer living with his subordinate? And why is the housekeeper


    addressing them with such familiarity?


    Another question left Natalie''s mouth. “What are their names? How old are they?”


    “I don''t know their names. This is how I''ve been instructed to address them. As for their age, Sir is


    slightly older than you, while Miss is about your age,” came the housekeeper''s reply.


    “I see.” Natalie bit her lip in frustration.


    Not knowing their names had thrown a wrench in her ns to figure out the identity of her kidnapper.


    There was little more she could do on that front if even the housekeeper imed to be ignorant of the


    vi residents'' identities.


    At least I know how old they are.


    Natalie had more questions to ask, but she wisely kept them to herself, fearful of raising the


    housekeeper''s suspicions if she appeared too curious about her surroundings. She would find another


    opportunity to pose her questions in the future.


    Sensing nothing wrong with her body after that fateful bite of pasta sd, Natalie concluded that the


    food was safe and began digging in in earnest.