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!

made Lana’s

he quickly nodded, explaining the situation through the car window to the person

hesitantly at Lana and continued. “Lana is here, and Mr. and Mrs. Seymour

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

stepped out of the

curls, heavy makeup, a small blazer, wide-leg pants, and towering heels measuring over four inches. Still, she appeared younger than Lana,

who has graced us with her presence!” Migella swayed her hips and confidently approached Lana. She was wearing heels. Therefore, she stood a few

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

had fallen from grace, she found great satisfaction in

never bothered to engage with her