BookToReadChapter 43 Victoria's eyes went cold in an instant, her tone turning frosty.
"Mr. Garcia, I have plans tonight. I won't be joining you." Curtis had been genuinely inviting Victoria; from the moment he first saw her, he'd felt an inexplicable fondness. "All right, that was presumptuous of me. Ms. Turner, you're welcto start work whenever you like." Victoria gave Ailie a brief nod before leaving, her demeanor distant and unreadable.
At lunchtime, she returned to the Simms residence. When she walked in, Yulia cout to greet her personally. "Welchome, Ms. Miller. You've been away for a couple of days-Mr. Miller was worried, asked about you several times." Yulia was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, her hair swept into an elegant chignon. With delicate features and a curvy, graceful figure, she was exactly the type to catch a middle-aged man's eye at first glance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You seem to know my father quite well, don't you?" There was a pointed undertone in Victoria's words. Yulia's face flickered with a hint of panic, but she quickly composed herself.
"I'm not only your housekeeper, but also Mr. Miller's secretary." Yulia replied smoothly, regaining her composure. When Yasmine cout, Victoria handed her coat to her and didn't spare Yulia another glance.
From Yulia's perspective, this was typical behavior of a spoiled heiress. She sneered inwardly-what a fool-and followed them unconcerned.
For once, Simms made it hfor lunch. The kitchen had gone all out, preparing a lavish spread that covered the entire dining table.
Victoria cdownstairs and paused, gazing at the expensive ingredients. She never ate things like caviar or shellfish-she was allergic. She remembered that Simms didn't much care for these delicacies either. A faint, mocking smile tugged at her lips. No need to guess who these dishes were for-clearly, they were meant for Yulia. Simms entered the hall, and Victoria calmly took her seat at the table. Yulia, as if on cue, hurried to greet him. She took his briefcase, helped him out of his coat, and draped it neatly over her arm-her movements practiced and seamless.
"Victoria." Simms sounded unusually cheerful, even taking the initiative to greet his daughter.
Victoria gave him a cool, cursory nod and turned her attention to the meal. "Yulia, cover here." Hearing him call Yulia by name, Victoria couldn't help but glance up.
"This is Yulia, our newest staff member. She'll be looking after you while you're at home. If you need anything, just let her know." Victoria felt a surge of scorn. Yulia? How eager she was to make herself at home. Simms directed Yulia to sit across from Victoria and join them for lunch.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictoria waited until Yulia had picked up her fork before speaking, her tone casual but her gaze sharp.
"Nanny Yulia, you're new here, so maybe you don't know how things work."
She shot a pointed look at Simms. "In the Turner household, staff don't dine with the family. You have your own meals and designated dining area. Didn't Daniel explain this to you?" The words were aimed at Yulia, but the real target was Simms.
Sure enough, Simms's face darkened. It wasn't just that Victoria had called Yulia staff it was ber deliberate invocation of "the Turner household."
Simms had always been the son-in-law who'd married into the Turner family, and ever since Edith and Mann passed away, he'd tried to shed that label. Now, at work, he was finally seen as his own man. But the moment Victoria returned, he was right back to being that dependent, second-rate son-in-law. Yulia, who'd spent years by Simms's side and knew how to read a room, rose to her feet at once and bowed her head apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Miller. I'm new here and didn't realize. Thank you for correcting me." She glanced at Simms. "Mr. Miller broughthere to look after Ms. Miller. From now on, I'll do exactly as she says."
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