Chapter 5 - The Housekeeper's Defense
"It's just a maid!" Beatrice roared aggressively, her face turning violently red. "She brings absolutely no value to this syndicate! She's entirely replaceable! She is a clumsy, worthless, fat little girl who can't even carry a silver tray properly!"
Alessandro didn't flinch at the insults. He gently reached down and offered his hand to Meline.
The young maid hesitated for a fraction of a second, then placed her small, bleeding fingers into his grip. He effortlessly pulled her up from the cold marble floor, completely ignoring the blood on her hand, and kept her safely tucked behind his broad, muscular frame.
"I've been running your estate for five years!" Beatrice shrieked, desperately trying to reassert her dominance. "I keep this multi-million-dollar house running flawlessly! You need me!"
"You've been running a fraud for five years, Beatrice," Alessandro corrected flawlessly.
Beatrice physically stopped breathing. The arrogant superiority completely evaporated from her eyes, instantly replaced by sheer, unadulterated terror.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Beatrice choked out, profound panic actively destroying her mind.
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"If she brings absolutely no value, Beatrice," Alessandro whispered coldly, a chilling, victorious smirk touching his lips. "Then why have you been actively stealing half of her wages every single month?"
👉 Alessandro reached into his sharp black suit, entirely ready to detonate a massive federal bomb on the cruel housekeeper.
