Sean Price walked up to her and said indifferently, "Miss Flack is really careless. Clean up this mess as soon as possible. And this coffee cup is limited edition; Miss Flack needs to compensate for it based on the price."
Yvette Flack's face turned red with anger, but remembering Caleb Mamet's cold gaze earlier, she dared not lash out. She could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger.
As night fell, Yvette Flack screamed in the living room, "What? Why can't I stay here? I belong to the mistress; if I don't stay here, where can I go?"
"Miss Flack, you are indeed well-trained by Jenny Green. Just because she became a successful mistress, she thinks all men have no principles like Will Mamet?"
A cold male voice came from behind, startling Yvette Flack, making her shiver.
All the servants of Lowen Clubhouse had gone to their rooms to rest. Caleb Mamet walked down the stairs leisurely while Sean Price respectfully stepped back.