The maid was truly driven to the point of having no temper left by her, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
"Did you not just bathe last night?"
"I had a nightmare and woke up feeling uneasy. You help me wash up."
"Miss, bathing is such a personal task..." The maid stopped mid-sentence, unwilling to comply.
"I'm asking you to assist me, is there a problem?" Jasmine Yale spoke with a stern countenance.
Left without a choice and frustrated, the maid reluctantly led Jasmine to the bathroom.
Jasmine Yale had discerned the pattern; while she took her baths, there were always two bodyguards stationed at the door.
She wasn't sure if there were bodyguards in other parts of the house, but on the third floor, it was just the two of them.
Jasmine thought that no matter what, she would not just sit around and wait for her death.
Entering the bathroom, the two bodyguards stood guard at the door as usual, and the maid accompanied her in.
