The nanny was obviously taken aback for a moment, but quickly understood. She looked the visitor up and down, didn't invite her in, and simply said to wait a moment. After speaking, she turned around and took two large storage boxes from above the shoe cabinet.
"You can search for it yourself."
The boxes were filled with many items—Hermès scarves, Lighthouse notebooks, Montblanc pens, Chanel lipsticks, and Jo Malone portable perfumes—various fine things, at a glance, there were forty to fifty items.
They all had one thing in common—they were women's belongings.
They might belong to a female celebrity who sat next to Oliver Bloom on a plane, or to a female client he had once met with; they all wanted to leave a token to keep in touch with Oliver.
This little vixen was not the first.
The two large boxes of items were telling her that what the predecessors couldn't achieve, she had no chance either.
