Chapter 3 Greed

I remained in my spot. My eyes were on the empty bottles all around them. Hundreds of them. All I could offer was a silent prayer.

If my father found out these people drank through his precious collection, one that he built for years, he would tear them limb from limb.

A drunk Harold wobbled up to us. Behind him were the disgruntled schoolmates.

"Are you deaf, Wendy? You're a lowly housekeeper's girl! Queenie's the heiress here, so you do as she says! Get us our order now!"

"Yeah, if you laze around and ruin Harold's birthday party, Queenie's going to make sure your mother's fired! You'll be homeless and on the streets!"

The watch on Harold's hand was gone, replaced by a watch made of pure gold. It was as thick as a wrist.

A limited-edition Rolls-Royce key hung from his waist. This man was not shy to show off his money.

No wonder people respected him. Queenie probably spent more than a million on him. That made me laugh. No wonder she wanted to extract more money from me.

"Sorry, milady. I barely have 200 for myself every month. I can't pay for anything. Fire my mom if you want to. I'll tell her to move out right now. She can quit this job."

I spun, but someone yanked my hair.

"Don't you take that attitude, Wendy. Don't talk to Queenie like that, you filthy housekeeper spawn!"

Harold. His eyes were coated in venom, and they were locked on my face. "I could've dated Queenie, but you stole her identity and tricked me! I'll let you know your place!"

He gave his order, and a dozen lackeys came pinning me down. With horror, I looked at them as they approached me. I thrashed and struggled. "Let me go! Are you out of your mind?"

Harold grinned evilly and slapped me across the face. "I'll teach you a lesson, you filthy servant!"

The slaps fell like rain, and they hit my face. Blood trickled down my mouth. Queenie was watching the show. She was not going to lift a finger to help.

She sighed. "I've let you run free far too much, Wendy. Seems I've spoiled you. A lesson will do you good. That'll teach you who the real heiress is."

The world around me was spinning. I shouted for the butler. I wanted these people out of the house. Then, I realized that the servants were all dismissed. No one could help me.

Guess a lot had changed in this place while I was boarding.

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Half an hour later, Harold was tired out, and he stopped hitting me. Then, his greedy eyes fell on my diamond necklace. "No way that's yours! You stole from someone, didn't you?"

His eyes gleamed with avarice, and he tried to yank the necklace off me. My neck was creaking in pain. I shouted, "Let go! My mom left me that!"

He did not believe me. Instead, he slammed his foot into my chest and spat at me. "Your mom? With how little she makes, she can never afford something this fancy. I bet you stole it while Queenie wasn't looking!"

He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and tried to cut the necklace up and take it from me. This was the only thing my mother left me before she died. I would never give it to anyone!

I fought and tussled and struggled. Fine, if I were to die here, so be it.

But then, someone at the entrance gasped. "What are you doing? Stop right now!"