"What are you screaming for?"
A middle-aged woman walked out, dressed to the nines, her whole body adorned with designer labels.
Ruth Dawn took only one glance and could tell, "All these are branded goods, Armani, Givenchy, but none fit properly, some too big, some too small."
"These must be the things the owner of this house doesn't want, or gifts given to her."
"This woman should be Mrs. Brews' housekeeper."
Ruth whispered into William Cole's ear.
"Please announce that my name is William Cole, I wish to see Mrs. Brews," William stepped forward, trying his best to keep a friendly tone.
But the middle-aged woman crossed her arms, a sneering expression on her face as she disdainfully spoke, "Hmph, look at yourself, any Tom, Dick, or Harry thinks they can see Mrs. Brews?"
"What kind of place do you think this is?"
"Do you think Mrs. Brews is someone you can see if you just want to?"