Sweet Subterfuge

The housekeeper, who used to greet Lana with a fake smile and flattery, now had a stern expression. He coldly informed her. “Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Senior are not at home.”

Lana noticed the change in the housekeeper’s attitude, but she didn’t think much of it. She merely assumed that he was slacking off because her grandparents were away. So, she treated him just as she always did-by giving him a bad attitude.

She impatiently pushed the housekeeper aside and snapped, “Move out of my way!

The housekeeper could no longer be bothered to hide his disdain for her. He steadied himself against the wall with one hand and sneered. “Do you think you’re still the Ms. Seymour of this house? Let me be frank with you. Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Senior are in the living room right now. When I said they’re not at home, it’s because they don’t want to see you!”

Lana was taken aback, “Why’s that?”

Before the housekeeper could answer, the loud rewing sound of a sports car approached and eventually stopped in front of the Seymour mansion.

Ho nk! H onk!

horn made Lana’s ears ache

situation

hesitantly at Lana and continued. “Lana is here, and Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Senior don’t want her inside. I can open the gate for you, but I bet Lana might try to follow you

the sports car was Lana’s aunt and Xavier’s sister, Migella Migella heard what the housekeeper said, and she

engine and stepped out

in her thirties or forties. She had red curls, heavy makeup, a small blazer, wide-leg pants, and towering heels measuring over four inches. Still,

graced us with her presence!” Migella swayed her hips and confidently approached Lana. She

her parents’ favoritism, Migella had always harbored great resentment toward Xavier’s family. But because she relied on Xavier for financial support, she had

she found great satisfaction in seeing

bothered to engage with her aunt much whenever they met.