12. Teaching A Spoiled Maid

"What do you mean, Miss Cia?" asked Jerrald again.

"That... T-that..." Feli fell silent again. This time biting her lip in worry.

Jerrald squinted suspiciously when Feli did not clearly answer his question.

"You're really suspicious, Miss Cia. Who exactly are you?" asked Jerrald in the end.

Feli's body suddenly went cold. Jerrald gave her a look that was nothing short of piercing. Like a freshly sharpened knife, ready to cut her at any moment.

"W-Why are you talking like that? Of course, I-I am Jolicia Floy, sir."

"Jolicia Floy... Of course, I know you're Jolicia Floy." Jerrald crossed his arms. His eyes were still at home radiating sharpness.

"Then why are you a-asking?"

"Because you're the strangest maid I've ever had. You can't do your job well, you're troublesome, and you're not independent. Are you a professional? Is it true that the agency that houses you actually knows your performance, Miss?" asked Jerrald in succession. Making Feli even more cornered.

"Sir—"

"Then what did yo