Chapter 151 Casey’s sweet demeanour is deadly

Chapter 151 Casey’s sweet demeanour is deadly
"A cup of chamomile tea for Mrs. Rose, and black coffee without sugar for Mr. Evan," Casey said softly as she set the wooden tray on the center table.
Rose smiled faintly, her eyes never leaving her laptop screen. "Thank you, Casey. Just leave it there."
"You're very welcome, Ma'am. Is there anything else I can get you before I check on Alan and Emily?" Casey asked. She stood with composed posture, her eyes subtly lowered in a display of total respect.
"Nothing else, Casey. You can go check on the children now," Rose replied.
Evan, sitting on the couch to her right, merely gave a brief nod. His focus remained fixed on the business documents in his lap. Casey bowed politely, then stepped backward with footsteps so light they were virtually silent.
Near the exit of the living room, Casey slowed her pace. She pretended to adjust the heavy, hanging drapes. Her eyes moved quickly, taking in the distance between the husband and wife. A long silence stretched between them. Evan remained absorbed in his work, while Rose repeatedly rubbed her furrowed brow.
"Mas, I have to go out of town again tomorrow," Rose said, breaking the silence. Her voice sounded exhausted. "There's an urgent meeting with a client from Surabaya for three days."
Evan stopped mid-motion, his hand poised to turn a page. He looked at Rose, his brow pulling into a tight frown. "Out of town again? You just got back two days ago, Rose."
"I know, but this project can't be delayed. It's a huge opportunity for our division," Rose countered. She closed her laptop with a heavy sigh.
"The children need your attention, Rose. You've been going out of town far too often lately," Evan said. His voice was low, but it carried an unmistakable edge of tension.
"Madam Miska and Casey are here to look after them, Mas. Casey is doing a wonderful job. You saw yourself how much Emily likes her," Rose argued defensively.
Casey let the tiny corner of her lip curl upward behind the fold of the drapes. She absorbed every cadence, every friction of emotion, and the subtle fracture in their argument. Without making a sound, she continued toward the main kitchen.
In the kitchen, Madam Miska was arranging porcelain plates inside a crystal cabinet. The older woman turned as Casey walked in.
"How are the children, Casey?" Madam Miska asked.
"Alan is reading in his room, Madam. Emily is fast asleep after her milk," Casey answered, her voice soft and gentle.
Madam Miska nodded in approval. The stern lines on her face relaxed. "Very good. I've noticed how neatly you manage their clothes and prepare their needs. Your work is exceptionally clean and thorough."
"Thank you, Madam. I only try to carry out my duties as best as I can," Casey said. Her hands moved swiftly to pick up a cloth, wiping down a kitchen counter that was already spotless.
"It's rare for a new nanny to adjust this quickly. Rose and Evan are always so busy, so having you here is a tremendous help," Madam Miska said, turning toward her own quarters. "I can breathe a little easier now. I don't need to supervise you so closely anymore."
"That is an honor, Madam. I won't disappoint your trust," Casey replied. She bowed as Madam Miska walked away.
The moment Madam Miska's footsteps faded, the expression on Casey's face shifted entirely. The warm friendliness melted away, replaced by a cold, blank stare. She stood motionless in the center of the kitchen, gazing at her reflection in the dark glass of the oven door.
The phone in her pocket vibrated quietly. Casey pulled it out and looked at the screen, which displayed no contact name. She swiped to answer and pressed the phone to her ear.
"What's the situation there?" a man's voice asked from the other end.
"Everything is going according to plan," Casey said curtly. Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion.
"Do they suspect you?"
"Not at all. The oversight in this house has loosened. Madam Miska trusts me completely," Casey answered. Her eyes stared straight down the hallway leading to Evan's study.
"Good. Don't make a single mistake."
"I never make mistakes," Casey cut in coldly. "Rose is leaving for an out of town trip tomorrow for three days. That's the first opening I've been waiting for."
"What's your next move?" the voice on the phone asked.
Casey smiled coldly. Her left hand slowly clenched into a fist at her side. "I've already prepared a small scenario. Just a subtle provocation that won't give away where it came from."
"Make sure your execution is clean. Evan is no fool."
"He isn't a fool, but he is a man driven by emotion," Casey said. "And his emotions are his greatest weakness."
Casey ended the call before the man on the other end could reply. She slid the phone back into her pocket and walked quietly toward the second floor where the children's rooms were located.
In the upstairs hallway, the door to Evan's study stood slightly ajar. Warm light from the desk lamp spilled onto the wooden floor outside. Casey stopped a few paces away. Through the crack in the door, she could see Evan massaging the bridge of his nose, his face tight with stress. On his desk stood a silver frame holding his wedding picture with Rose.
Casey stepped toward the door without making a sound. She stopped right beside the doorframe, tilting her head slightly to observe him more closely.
Evan suddenly looked up, as if sensing an intrusive presence nearby. He turned toward the open door. "Who's out there?"
Casey didn't panic. In a matter of seconds, she carefully recomposed her features into an expression of soft helplessness. She took a step forward, standing in the doorway.
"It's me, Mr. Evan," Casey said softly, her eyes projecting a crafted anxiety. "I just wanted to check if you needed any warm tea or anything else before I head to my room."
Evan stared at Casey intently for a few seconds. A heavy silence pressed between them. He searched her face, looking for anything out of place that he might have missed. Yet Casey's face showed nothing more than the quiet respect of an employee.
Evan let out a long sigh and leaned back against his office chair. "That won't be necessary, Casey. You can turn in for the night."
"Very well, Sir. Good night," Casey said. She clasped her hands in front of her, gave a slight bow, and turned to walk away.
As she moved down the dimly lit hallway toward the side pavilion, Casey paused near a large window overlooking the backyard. She stared at her own reflection in the glass. The cracks in that marriage were already there, and she only needed to give one gentle push to tear it all apart.
Casey whispered softly to her reflection in the glass, "The game has just begun, Evan."