"What are you yelling for?"
A middle-aged woman walked out, dressed in dazzlingly fashionable clothing, adorned with brand names from head to toe.
Ruth Dawn only took one glance and realized, "These are all designer goods, Armani, Givenchy, but none of them fit properly, some too big, some too small.
"These must be items that the owner of this house didn't want, or they were given to her."
"This woman must be the housekeeper of Mrs. Brews's household."
Ruth Dawn whispered to William Cole.
"Please announce my visit. My name is William Cole, and I wish to see Mrs. Brews," William Cole stepped forward, trying to maintain a friendly tone.
But the middle-aged woman crossed her arms and with a sneering laugh, spoke disdainfully, "Hmph, don't you know your place? What makes you think any Tom, Dick, or Harry can meet Mrs. Brews?"
"What place is this?"
"Do you think Mrs. Brews is someone you can see just because you wish to?"