Chapter 6 - The Wicked Fiancée
"Vincent, what on earth is going on here?" Vanessa sneered, her voice dripping with pure, high-pitched entitlement.
She pointed a perfectly manicured finger directly at Lucy, treating the child like a diseased rat.
"Why is the maid's filthy brat running loose in the main house?" Vanessa demanded loudly, her red dress swishing as she marched across the polished marble. "I explicitly told the staffing agency to keep her locked in the staff quarters! This is a multi-million-dollar estate, not a public daycare!"
Nora physically flinched, instantly stepping in front of Lucy to shield her from the cruel woman's wrath. All the warmth that Vincent had just created was entirely sucked out of the room.
Vincent’s expensive black suit smoothed out, and the crushing, lethal aura of the syndicate boss violently slammed back into place. His dark eyes locked onto Vanessa, completely devoid of the amusement he had shown the toddler.
"Watch how you speak in my house, Vanessa," Vincent commanded softly, his voice a freezing, lethal frequency that usually made grown men bleed.
"Your house?!" Vanessa shrieked, completely abandoning her elegant persona as her toxic ego flared. "I am your future wife! I will not have my home infested with the help's garbage!"
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She aggressively kicked the shredded cotton across the floor, glaring at Nora.
👉 Vanessa crossed her arms, preparing to deliver a massive ultimatum that would backfire horribly.
