The Sweet Revenge Plan of the Wrong Mrs. Perkins

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ally raised his voice at a woman, hi

weat for her. He'd never really liked that timid, forgettabl

om the company who messed with a few female employees en

east go easy on her for being a woman. Lucas stared at

e don't ask

tone-not only didn't apologize, didn't plead, she didn't even bother to respo

ence wa

der. His face didn't twitch a muscle, but anyone watching

cas blurted, giving a thum

s mouth shut, quickly fake-laughing as he ran over to boss ar

der in his laptop screen

ver him like it was nothing... he was s

maids could talk down to her and she wouldn't say a word. Whenever she saw him,

this fierce, untouchable fire. Her attitude? Blunt, chaotic

y lost her mind. But for a woman to dare act like

ow away the vacuum! None of this was our fau

ining but she wouldn't hear it. Just lashed out at us!" the other

ed, lips twitching into somethin

say "she" when talking about Caitlin. They wouldn

neck, the other two clutching their stomachs like they'd been punched in

za's eyes lit up with a spark of hope-f

slightly to show off her collarbones. "She said the vacuum noise was driving her crazy, and when I

t, she even pushed her

ggerated flair, throwing in every detail they could remember, real or not. Especially when Samantha lifted one leg to press down on the

ft.

too far, he quickly cleared his throat and chuckled awkwardly, "Sorr

kins, you have to stand up for us!" The young maid clutched her face and started

great Perkins estate teach you that's bad manners?" Samantha stood

eryone turn their heads-almost like

aled her subtle collarbones, and beneath her full chest was a tiny waist wrapped neatly by a sty

her flawless complexion. Her bright eyes sparkled as she spoke, t

r wearing this same blue denim dress before-plain,

even straight-up disliked her before..

ouldn't care less about the world. Always dressed plainly, she gave off a sense o

r figure, and an energy that pulled people in-was a who

ins looks absolut

h that sentence, a sharp

der, she lifted the girl's chin with a finger and smiled faintly. "Gue

y frightened, and quickly turned to him

ate," Alexander waved her off, then turned

Don't go blaming me. Your staff, your rules-you deal with t

slightly. That over-the-top attitude of hers

was kind of..

ght of her phone screen-it was a map, and the des

are you

eyes and replied cur

el. His brows furrowed, his patience clearly at its end

ouldn't wait to run off again? What-was