Yvette Flack's face was as pale as a ghost. How on earth did she become a maid? She was clearly here to serve Mr. Caleb Mamet, she could make coffee for Caleb Mamet, but how could she be ordered around by Xaviera Evans?
Her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful, she said, "Mr. Caleb Mamet, I... I'm here to serve you. I thought you understood what Mrs. Mamet meant, I am yours…"
"What does Miss Flack think she is here for?" Caleb Mamet interrupted her, sneering: "The maid who usually takes care of my wife's daily needs happened to be on leave, so I agreed to bring you back. Otherwise, could you have even entered the Lowen Clubhouse?"
A thick fog clouded Yvette's mind. She's the daughter of the Flack family, why on earth should she take care of Xaviera Evans' daily routines?
"Miss Flack, can't you handle this job?" Caleb Mamet asked casually.