Back at the second-floor master bedroom with an independent bathroom. Mireille was vigorously


    rubbing every inch of her skin with. a bath sponge until her smooth and fair skin turned bright red from


    the friction. No matter how much she scrubs herself, she still felt


    dirty.


    “Ah!” Mireille roared in frustration and flung the bath sponge to the ground. She fell to the ground,


    hugging her knees as she wept with


    pain.


    After spending an hour in the bathroom, she dragged her sore legs to


    the bedside, put on her clothes, and then left the room to go.


    downstairs. There were only two maids in the house, both around 40


    years old and with impable faces resembling numb robots.


    Mireille identally stepped on the mop and tilted backward. She let


    out a cry as one of the maids quickly stepped forward and bent down


    to catch her before she fell to the ground.


    “Miss Tanner, I… I’m sorry, I was negligent!” the maid said as si


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    helped her up, apologizing nervously.


    “Don’t me yourself. I was careless and stepped on the mop.”


    Mireille smiled gently.


    “Please, don’t tell the boss!” the man pleaded, her voice trembling


    She seemed afraid that her boss would find out about this.


    “I won’t say anything!” Mireille smiled slightly in return.


    Her fall had been nned to test the two and indeed, they were


    martial artists. The Duerson family’s influence was so vast that even


    the hired maids were martial artists.


    “I’ll get back to work then.” The maid picked up the mop from the


    floor and resumed her duties.


    Mireille sat down on the sofa and asked, “Where did Duncan and the


    others go?” T


    “We dare not inquire about the boss’s whereabouts,” the maid replied.


    “Did he instruct you on anything?” Mireille asked again.


    “The boss told us to take good care of you and mentioned that you


    are free toe and go from this ce.”


    Mireille nodded with a smile. “I’m a bit hungry, could you please


    prepare something for me to eat?”


    At that, the maid immediately turned around and headed for the


    kitchen while the other went outside with the bucket.


    Mireille opened the coffee table drawer, took out a small bag of tea leaves, and grabbed a disposable


    cup to fill it with water from the dispenser. After brewing the tea, she sat on the other side of the sofa


    and observed the room for any hidden cameras while blowing on her


    tea. Despite Duncan seemingly letting his guard down, Angelica had


    warned her about his cautious nature. So, she must be extremely


    careful when ites to dealing with him.


    After a thorough search, she did not find any cameras in the room. Mireille ced the cup on the table,


    then stretchedzily before standing up. Just as she was about to turn around, her feet suddenly gave


    way, causing her to fall to the ground. In the process, she


    identally knocked over the teacup.


    The maid in the kitchen heard themotion and rushed out. When she saw Mireille on the ground,


    the expression on her face


    immediately changed. She quickly approached her and asked if she


    was okay.


    One of Mireille’s hands was already red from the hot tea, but she paid it no heed. Instead, she tore


    some tissues and wiped up the tea on


    the table that had already flowed toward the drawer.


    “Miss Tanner, let me handle this for you!” The maid’s face turned pale.


    Mireille opened the drawer, took out some paper documents, shook them, and carefully wiped away the


    tea on the files. “I don’t want to trouble you,” she said lightly and noticed a white package at the very


    back of the drawer through the corner of her eye.


    The maid helped Mireille onto the nearby sofa and blew on Mireille’s red hand. “It’s over, it’s over. The


    boss will definitely kill me when he


    “It’s not that serious. I burned myself by ident,” Mireille re


    nervously.


    The maid realized her slip-up and quickly corrected herself. mean is when the boss sees your hand, he


    will surely feel bad fo


    Mireille was the boss’s woman and she should be building a pos


    image for the boss in front of her.


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    The woman in question only smiled sweetly. “I’m fine. Hurry up a make something for me to eat!”


    The maid then recalled the frying pan on the stove. Face pale, she ran


    to the kitchen.


    Sitting on the sofa, Mireille pushed the drawer back in She still did


    not know how many people were there at the Duerson residence


    Even if she managed to get her hands on the Eight-Part Scepter, it


    was uncertain if she could even get away.