"However, the fact is that your thoughts are wrong, after all, the person standing here is me."
Xaviera Evans raised her hand and pointed at herself: "Take a good look, this face, is your real hostess, the one who can decide whether or not you can work here."
The maid laughed: "Decide if we can work here? You really think highly of yourself? We've been working here for two or three years, and you think you can just kick us out with a word? What a joke!"
"A joke?"
A deep and indifferent male voice sounded at the door.
Caleb Mamet didn't expect to witness such a scene when he turned back. His cold gaze swept across everyone present.
The maids shuddered, and the one who had just spoken turned pale, her legs trembling as she stammered an explanation: "Mr., Mr. Mamet, it's not what you heard... I was just angry at the moment..."
"Angry at the moment?"
