Chapter 23
Chapter 23:
Straightening up, she crossed her arms and said bluntly, “Miss Harper, I imagine you’re not used to this level of luxury. Let me tell you p>
“You can leave now!” Brenna cut her off, striding toward the door and looking at her, her expression cold.
Rachael’s face darkened. “I’m the housekeeper of the Harper family. I run this household. How dare you treat me with that attitude?” she said.
A dry chuckle escaped Brenna. “You’re just the housekeeper. Not the owner. Why are you acting like the owner here? Get out p>
Rachael remained rooted to the spot as if the room belonged to her. “Miss Harper, I suggest you think carefully before disrespecting me. You just arrived. You’ll need my help in many ways. This room is 150 square meters, divided into a living area, a bedroom, a dressing room, and a private bathroom. Every necessity in the other rooms was personally arranged by me. You don’t have to thank me—it’s just part of my job p>
After a pause, she continued, “Of course, the dressing room is completely bare. Mrs. Harper didn’t know your size or your taste, so no clothes were prepared for you. But honestly, considering what you’re wearing now, I doubt you even have preferences. You wouldn’t want to meet the family looking like that, would you? I’ll get you something from Miss Rosie Harper’s closet. Otherwise, you will have to meet the others from the Harper family in your current outfit, and you will be looked down upon p>
As Rachael spoke, she lifted her chin arrogantly, not bothering to hide her disdain.
Brenna strode over to Rachael, grabbed her arm without warning, and shoved her out into the hallway. Then, she slammed the door shut.
Rachael stumbled, falling hard onto the floor. A sharp pain shot through her elbow. “How disrespectful! The Harper family is known for their manners, yet you have no respect!” she exclaimed in anger.
𝔽𝗂𝗋𝖲𝗍 𝖘𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 at ⳑ𝖆Ⱡ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Just then, her phone buzzed with an incoming message from Rosie. “How is the situation now p>
Rachael replied, “She’s in her room, acting all high and mighty. Don’t worry—I’ll put her in her place p>
“Go to my room and get her an old dress I’ve worn,” Rosie responded.
A slow smirk curled Rachael’s lips. “Understood,” she replied.
Rachael slipped her phone into her pocket and strode into the adjacent room. The dressing room was filled with an array of stylish, high-end clothing, some pieces still adorned with their original tags. As she sifted through the racks, she couldn’t stop thinking that Brenna had come back to steal everything from Rosie—the Harper couple’s love for Rosie, her place in the family, and even her fiancé.
In Rachael’s mind, Rosie was the victim here. And there was no way she would let this outsider waltz in and overshadow her.
Her eyes landed on a laundry basket filled with worn clothes. A smirk tugged at her lips. Then she reached into the basket and pulled out a wrinkled, sleeveless black dress.