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Janine’s brows were tightly furrowed on the other end of the phone. Worry and anger were written all over her face. She was worried about Shannon, and at the same time, angry at Sherry, and frustrated about the eight hundred million that she owed. Some careful consideration later, she said, “Shannon, don’t worry. You keep an eye on that girl and don’t let her near John. I’ll talk to your dad and come up with a solution. I’ll let you know once we have something.” “Okay. I got it, Mom. Don’t put yourself or Dad in a difficult situation because of me. I’ll also think of a way.” “You just relax and be Mrs. Stockton. Listen to me, keep an eye on that girl, and don’t overthink things. Your father and I will think of something.” Shannon obediently said, “Thank you, Mom.” “You don’t need to thank me. It’s okay, dear. Go to bed.” “You too. Good night.” The call ended and Shannon sighed a breath of relief. As she lay down on the bed, she started to ponder. She knew that her mot

Sherry nodded helplessly and returned to her room. She lay in bed for the whole day. The next morning, Emerence knocked on her door at six in the morning sharp. “Sherry! Wake up now! If you’re late, don’t even think about eating breakfast! Did you hear me!? Get up now!” she shouted. Despite covering her ears, Sherry could still hear Emerence’s piercing shout. She muttered, “Yeah, got it.” She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. Half an hour later, Emerence’s shout and knocks came from the door again. Sherry opened the door and saw Emerence glaring at her. “Hurry up!” She then strode out of the dorm, and Sherry followed her away. There was a cart waiting for her outside the dorm. Sherry got in and the cart drove along the pathway to John’s place which was next to the building where she was previously kept for more than a year. The gate was opened with a bodyguard next to it. Sherry got out and went inside. There was another maid, apparently to serve

“Allow me, John. Sherry has never poured tea before, so she doesn’t know how to do it,” Shannon said. She wanted to get up and get the tea for him, but John held her back. He smiled. “No. You are the owner of this house. Bringing tea to the master is what a servant should do, so let her do it.” He sounded gentle and caring but indubitable as well. Shannon obeyed and sat back down. “Okay.” John then looked at Sherry who just stood there blankly. She was upset when she met his gaze and she said, “I filled your cup with tea. What else do you want?” John curled his lips though he was not angry. He patiently said, “Bring it to me.” “Don’t you have hands?” John continued to look at her. “I have hands, but I want you to bring it to me.” Shannon suddenly said, “Sherry, I know I shouldn’t order you around, but bringing tea to the master is indeed what a servant must do. If John gets his own tea, why would he need a servant?” In other words, she was emphasizing Sherry’s identit

While she was enjoying her snack by the flowers, Shannon’s maid, Celine, came by. She looked at Sherry coldly. “Who allowed you to eat the master’s leftovers? Don’t you know we are not allowed to touch master’s things?!” Sherry ignored her and continued munching on the snack. She pinched a soft pastry and wobbled it in front of her. “Do you want one?” Celine’s expression changed. “I am not an imbecile who cannot follow rules like you!” Fine. More for her. Sherry continued to eat without even sparing an extra glance at Celine. Celine watched her put the soft pastry into her mouth one after another. She gulped but irritation colored her features. She grunted and grumbled, “If Uncle Marlow and Aunt Emerence find out, you will be punished!” Sherry glanced at her. “Last piece.” “No! I don’t want it!” Celine turned her back on her. Sherry scoffed and tossed the last piece into her mouth. After filling her stomach, she got up for a stretch and said, “John is not here. You do

Sherry glared at him. The bastard was threatening her with meals again. In the next second, the arrogance on Sherry’s face was replaced by a flattering smile. “Master John, what are you talking about? I don’t understand. I came out here to welcome you because I assumed you would be back around this hour. I happened to run into Julie here, so we chatted.” She then turned to Julie. “Am I right, Julie?” Julie’s gentle expression froze for a moment. She forced herself to maintain her gentle smile and said to John, “Ms. Fowler is right. She came out here to welcome you home, and I bumped into her, so we chatted.” John curled his lips when he heard Sherry claiming that she came out to welcome him. There was delight in his gaze when he looked at Sherry. He instructed the driver, “Drive.” The driver started the cart and drove closer to the ladies. John glanced at Sherry when the cart stopped beside them. “Why are you standing there? Follow us.” He then lazily retracted his gaze