Austin probably wasn’t interested in dolls, right?

Jean's gaze shifted away from the food she was eating and fell on Wendy, who was still on the ground, trying very hard to hold her tears back. She wore no expression on her face and continued eating.

Stella gritted her teeth together and pointed at Wendy. "Remember, you are just a lowly slave without any status; you should know your place!" she roared angrily.

Wendy bit her lower lip. "No... they mustn't bully Young Madame. I will be severely punished if Young Master finds out; it's better to suffer at the hands of this female than in Young Master's hands," she thought, and boldly looked back at Stella.

"Miss Stella, I am warning you. Young Madame is Young Master's person. If you lay a hand on her, I bet you will suffer!" she shouted back.

"Well! Very well! Isn't this great! Even a nothing maid has learned how to talk back at me," Stella laughed dryly. "Nina!" she called.

"Miss!" Nina replied readily.

"Hold this piece of trash for me! Hold her down!" Stella hollered.

Nina quickly moved closer to Wendy and forced her hands behind her back.

Wendy tried to struggle free, but she couldn't escape.

Stella walked forward and slapped Wendy across her face three times.

"You are just a dog; learn how to respect your master," she muttered through gritted teeth.

Jean looked at Wendy once more. There was no expression on her face, and her attention was fixed on Wendy's swollen, red cheek. She looked up at the ceiling seemed to be searching for something until her gaze fell on a particular spot on the corner of the ceiling. She lowered her head and continued eating, seemingly indifferent to the scene unfolding before her.

Stella dusted her hands and her gaze landed on Jean, who was eating elegantly—a sight that made people's hearts race.

Her mouth hung open as she gazed at Jean's calm state. "Who is this?" she asked Nina in confusion.

"Miss! This is the new doll that Young Master brought in. She is the Young Madame that this fool is screaming about," Nina replied.

Stella's mouth hung open for a brief moment, and she stepped closer to Jean.

"A robot—does a robot-like human exist? What's with the Young Madame she was calling her? Austin probably wasn't interested in dolls, right?" She raised her brows at Nina.

"Miss, how could you say that? Is it even possible for Young Master to have such taste? He probably brought her in for work or something," Nina replied with a smug smile on her face.

Wendy's expression grew uglier. "How could you call the Young Madame a working robot or doll? I will definitely report you to Young Master!" she exclaimed.

"Shut up! Just wait—this doll will disappear, and this position of yours that's giving you pride will be taken away and given to me," Nina whispered, hitting Wendy on the head.

Stella walked even closer to the comfortable Jean. "No, this is not a robot. Not a doll at all—she's a human!" she exclaimed inwardly, stretching out her hand to grab Jean's hair. But something unexpected happened.

Jean, who was about to add another spoonful of food into her mouth, noticed Stella's hand aiming for her hair. Like the wind, she suddenly vanished and, in the next instant, she had Stella by the neck, lifting her off the ground.

Everyone in the room was stunned, and a dead silence fell over them; even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

Jean's expression was very cold, her eyes devoid of warmth. She stared at Stella as if looking at prey.

"Miss!" Nina was terrified and exclaimed, breaking the silence.

Stella's eyes widened, her face paling as she struggled to breathe. "What... what... what are you doing?!" she gasped, trying to free herself, but no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't escape.

Nina, filled with panic, rushed forward. "Let go of the Miss!" she shouted, reaching out to push Jean away, but Jean had already calculated her intention. Just as Nina was nearly there—

Slap!

A thunderous sound echoed through the room; Jean had ruthlessly slapped Nina, her own expression remaining icy.

Nina's head spun, and in an instant, her vision turned black as she lost her balance, falling to the ground heavily.

Wendy was so stunned that she forgot the pain in her cheek; her eyes widened as she looked at Jean as if she were witnessing a ghost.

Jean's expression grew colder, her beautiful green eyes fixed on Stella, filled with murderous intent. Suddenly, in a swift motion, she slapped Stella five times across her face repeatedly in just five seconds without pausing for a breath.

After the thunderous slap, Jean threw Stella to the ground without a care for whether she would get injured or not.

Stella hit the ground with a loud thud; tears streamed down her face, her cheeks were extremely red, and she held onto her face as if it had just been doused with hot water.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She was breathing heavily, and more tears escaped her eyes.

"This is insane! This is insane! How can a woman be this rough?!" she shouted inwardly, tears rushing down her cheeks nonstop.

Jean looked at her as if she were nothing more than a piece of paper, and then suddenly picked up a cutting knife from the table. Her face showed no expression as she contemplated some evil task she might carry out.

Seeing the knife in Jean's hand, Stella didn't know where her sudden strength came from, but she stood up immediately. "What... what do you think you are doing?" she exclaimed, already taking a step back.

Jean regarded her, her gaze growing colder.

Stella's heart shook, and tears were clearly visible on her face. "I... I am warning you," she stuttered, tears continuing to stream down her cheeks. "If you dare to harm me, my father won't let you off! Even if you are Austin's favorite doll, it will change nothing!" she asserted, already shivering in place.