EIGHT

LIAM'S POV:

I didn't believe that the maids would muster the courage to come to me and ask for help in packing Riley's bag.

Damn, was that the amount of hatred they had for her. Well, I couldn't blame them. Who wouldn't be happy when their tormentor will finally be gone?

I couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter when I heard Anita say that. Maybe the maids had conspired to find a way to get her out of the house so that they could finally know peace.

I looked up at Anita and found her eagerly staring at me. I gave out a little smile as I finally spoke up after all the suspense.

"Sure, go ahead and pack her bags right away. Her wardrobe is the one on the left" I said and pointed at a wardrobe which was on the left corner of the room.

"Thank you so much sir, we will get to work immediately," she said as she bowed happily.

"We?" I asked as I raised a questioning brow at her.

She immediately understood what I meant and clapped her palms together.

Suddenly, the door of my room busted