"Spit blood? Where's the blood? I didn't see any, but I did witness some impressive deflecting." Olivia Jenkins mocked, her eyes filled with irony.
The confrontation was intense, and it was always herself who was left to bear the consequences. The housekeeper furrowed his brow slightly, and leaned in a little, "How about this, madam, you assign someone you trust to clean your bedroom or you can watch them as they clean. We're running out of time and needs to be done before your husband's return, please understand."
Olivia Jenkins' pretty face betrayed no emotions. Her hawk-like eyes, did not blink once as they trained on Bella Thompson.
Masking the emotions in her eyes, Bella Thompson met Jenkins' gaze calmly, without batting an eye, "Housekeeper, you're a person my husband trusts, so you can supervise the cleaning. To avoid being the subject of gossip, I wouldn't want anyone to accuse me of torturing them."
