"Ms. Clark..."
"Ms. Clark..."
Enna Clark's bright eyes were indifferent, but not the kind that's easy to bully, "What? Are we not betting anymore?"
A group of people mumbled, not daring to speak.
Enna Clark's gaze swept over them, she reined in the smile at the corner of her lips and said indifferently, "Next time you want to bet, remember to include me, place a wager for me, I'll still bet on the same one as before."
Having said that, she didn't even glance at the servants' awkward expressions as she lifted her leg and walked into the kitchen.
After all, she had stayed with the Habsden Family, she knew that the reason these servants dared to disrespect and gossip about her behind her back was that Old Master Lawrence had not yet acknowledged her.
Therefore, before Old Master Lawrence acknowledged her, anything she said would be in vain.
She couldn't be bothered to argue with them.
