Teach the maid a lesson

Stella's heart raced, fear clearly visible on her face. "Am... am warning you," she stammered, tears streaming 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 exclaimed, already shivering in place.

Hearing Stella's statement, Jean's expression grew colder, and she began to play with the knife, looking as if she was ready to cut someone's tongue.

"Stay... stay away! Stay away!" Stella cried, taking steps back.

Jean continued to stare at her without moving an inch, but the knife in her hand danced menacingly as her gaze wandered across Stella's body, seemingly searching for a better spot to throw the knife.

Stella sensed the danger and, without waiting another moment, quickly ran out, ignoring her injured leg.

Once Stella was out of sight, Jean's gaze landed on Nina, who was still dazed on the ground. She walked closer, roughly grabbing Nina's hair and pulling her head up. Her eyes burned with murderous intent.

"What did you want to do?" Nina trembled as she warned, "I'm warning you; if you dare to harm me, I will report you to the young master. Miss Stella is the young master's favorite, and I will also tell him that you harmed her!"

Jean's expression hardened even further, and suddenly, with the sharp dining knife in her hand, she mercilessly cut off Nina's hair.

"Ahhh! My hair! My hair!" Nina screamed, tears streaming down her face as she stared at her hair strewn on the ground.

Jean didn't stop there. She ensured that the hair remaining on Nina's head was minimal, then gently moved closer and placed the tip of the knife against her chest.

"Y-Young Madame, I... I'm sorry! Please, please pardon me," Nina begged, her heart racing, fear overwhelming her as tears continued to stream down her face while she pleaded.

Jean showed no emotion, her face devoid of any sign of pity. She slashed Nina's chest mercilessly, drawing forth fresh blood.

"Ahh!" Nina cried out in pain, terror gripping her. "Please... please forgive me!" she sobbed.

Jean dropped the knife and allowed her cool, doll-like expression to reappear, the previous coldness vanishing as she cast Nina another glance before leaving.

Wendy dared not speak; she was hugging the table leg as if it were the only thing left to save her. She was shivering in place and only settled a little after Jean had left.

"The Young Madame is so ruthless, just like the Young Master. Why... why did these two meet? What will they give birth to?" She wondered and immediately ran after Jean.

Nina continued crying, clenching her bloody chest with one hand and holding her hair on the ground with the other.

"This is too much! Too much! I won't accept this. I must report! She was only brought here yesterday, and she dares to act all mighty. She truly thinks she's the boss here! Just see how the Young Master threw you out. I will make sure I return what you did to me ten thousand times!" she fumed inwardly, clenching her fists together as tears fell continuously from her eyes.

Inside Jean's room.

"Young Madame..." Wendy stammered. "Young Madame… Miss Stella is not that close to the Young Master as they have claimed. Please don't misunderstand," she implored, shivering from head to toe.

Jean didn't even pay her words any attention and suddenly threw a bottle at her.

Wendy caught it and looked down at it. "This… this is ointment! The Young Madame gave me ointment; she cares about me!" she exclaimed inwardly, looking at Jean's expressionless face.

"Young Madame," tears began to fall from her eyes.

Jean stared at Wendy for a moment longer before lying down on the bed and covering herself with a blanket, then closing her eyes.

Wendy wiped her tears away and smiled. "Young Madame, please rest more; I will be at the door." She bowed and left.

Jean opened her eyes after hearing the sound of the closed door. Her eyes were filled with the deadliest killer intent. No one could understand her thoughts, but looking into those cold beautiful green coloured eyes, one could imagine someone being in deep trouble.

She stood up and picked up the mobile phone from the dressing table, dialing someone's number.

.....

SK Velly Corporation.

Inside the meeting room.

"So this is the agreement; all is taken care of. Any objections?" Austin's voice which was devour of any emotions echoed in the cold, chilling room.

"Err... no objection, but... but... This project.. it's" a middle-aged man stammered, unable to finish his words due to Austin's chilling presence.

"It seems Mr. Mike has an objection. Why don't you voice it out?" Austin remarked, his gaze freezing cold.

"Me… objection? No… I dare not! You made the wise decision; I just wanted to praise you earlier, but I realize that might be too disrespectful," the middle-aged man, who was confirmed to be Mr. Mike, stuttered, already sweating in place.

Austin ignored him. "It's fine. Then this shall…" He couldn't complete his statement when his phone began buzzing.

Everyone exchanged glances, and worried expressions surfaced on their faces.

"Who is calling him at this hour? How unlucky," one of the men thought.

"This person who just called has put us in trouble now; how are we going to escape this?" another man pondered.

"It's over! It's over! Everything is a mess! He must be very angry now," another person feared.

Austin furrowed his brows as he picked up his phone, but upon seeing the caller ID, his expression softened instantly, leaving everyone in the room stunned. They all exchanged glances, their faces reflecting disbelief.

"Are we imagining things, or did his expression just soften?" they all seemed to wonder, exchanging doubting glances among themselves.

Austin, unfazed by the others, picked up the call. "Dear," he pronounced.

Everyone froze in place, their expressions cracking as if they had been struck by lightning.