Rosemary stared into her eyes, her tone icy and mocking.
"Your beloved Martha has crossed the line more than once. I still have the video from last time. Should I have her kicked out too?"
Serena’s face turned ashen, her mind flashing back to the time when Martha purposely unscrewed the lid of the olive oil bottle, intending to cause Rosemary to slip, only for Rosemary to call up the security footage from Overwatch.
Back then, Rosemary had declared that if she ever caught them playing underhanded tricks behind her back, she would hand over the footage to the police, tell their parents, or upload it online.
Rosemary had also stated:
"If your people try to harm me, do you really think you can escape unscathed? Will our parents believe you or me?"
Edith, who was standing nearby, finally understood why Ms. Rose had chosen to hold onto the evidence rather than handing it over to the lady.
Ms. Rose had mentioned then that this evidence could merely prove Martha’s malicious intentions. If Martha insisted that it was all her idea and Serena had nothing to do with it, then Serena would start using her lifelong bond with their parents to leverage her innocence—crying in front of the elderly folks at home or even in front of her brothers.
Then, the most that would happen was a servant getting fired.
Serena, for the most part, would not be shown the door. At most, she’d face mild punishment.
But this piece of evidence, in Ms. Rose’s hands, was like a trump card, serving as a warning to them. They would surely make mistakes if they got desperate and tried to pressure Ms. Rose into deleting the footage. And when the mistakes got too big, it would be more than just a case of getting kicked out.
Looking back now, Edith couldn’t help but admire Ms. Rose’s calm and foresight.
Just then, two young maids came to Rosemary, crying.
"Ms. Rose, Ms. Rose!"
Rosemary turned around, noticing their red-rimmed eyes, and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong?"
"They’ve gone too far!" Gloria pointed at Debby and Daisy, tears streaming down her face.
"They ruined all of my clothes because they have Serena and Martha backing them up! Look!"
The clothes in her hands had been shredded to pieces. This wasn’t the first time.
"My skincare products that I bought yesterday were thrown into the trash too! I confronted them on WhatsApp, and they admitted it was them! They even asked what I could do about it!" Doris showed Rosemary the chat history, her face mixed with anger and hurt.
Debby and Daisy didn’t expect these two newcomers to have the audacity to complain to Ms. Rose in front of them and were instantly outraged.
"Now that the evidence is clear, there’s nothing else to say. This house doesn’t need you two any longer."
Hearing Rosemary’s words, Debby couldn’t help but mimic Edith.
"Ms. Rose, the one who pays me is the lady. Unless they tell me to leave, no one can make me step out of this house! That includes you!"
Serena and Martha were secretly delighted, glad that someone could finally stand up to Rosemary. They decided to reward Debby with an extra drumstick later.
"Oh, fine." Rosemary pulled out her phone, dialed a number in front of them, and turned on the speaker.
"Mom, are you awake?"
"Rose dear, I just woke up. What is it you need?"
"I want to fire a couple of the staff."
"Which two pests have managed to upset you?" Louisa, sensing Rosemary’s ill temper, immediately shared her lividity.
"Debby and Daisy," Rosemary stated their names without hesitation.
"Did they dare to disrespect you? If so, I won’t let them off the hook so easily!"
Debby and Daisy, overhearing the conversation, felt a chill run down their spines.
"Not exactly disrespect—just a propensity for insolence, and they tend to bully the others."

Debby’s words were cut off as Martha gave her a harsh twist of the arm.

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