The lady had her mouth hanging open and so were the servants. Who dares to talk to Ms. Mulan like this? Is this guest courting death?
After a while, Mulan chuckled. It wasn't a happy chuckle, but the chuckle was filled with hidden danger.
"I thought you were–"
"Miss Mulan, Ma'am," a few men in black walked over and bowed to Jeslyn and Mulan.
"Ah, you are here. These servants feel sore in their feet and cannot walk out of the compound when I told them to, so I called you here to throw them out." Jeslyn explained sarcastically.
The head guard looked from Jeslyn to the maids. They seemed to not have an iota of fear but were gazing at Jeslyn with mockery in their eyes. He then looked at Mulan who was doing a stare-down contest with Jeslyn before he bowed.
"Yes, ma'am… throw the servants out." The head guard commanded his men.
"W–what?!" Both the servants and Ms. Mulan exclaimed at once while staring at the head guard who was about to turn around.
