The Second Act 324

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Chapter 324

As soon as Oneida’s words dropped, the maids were taken aback for a split second. They exchanged confused glances, obviously at a loss. One was Jackson’s esteemed guest, and the other was the lady of Garrison Mansion. Neither was someone they could afford to offend lightly. In the end, they sided with Oneida, moving one by one to the dining table, preparing to clear away the spread.

“Stop what you’re doing!” Cece’s patience was running thin. Her complaints were plenty, but her stomach wasn’t full yet. Furthermore, having her meal taken away to make room for Onida was a direct hit to her pride!

The maids, of course, ignored her. Oneida had just backed them up and defended them, tipping their sympathies overtly in her favor. Besides, Cece was just too spoiled, a mere village girl basking in Jackson’s favor, bullying others with her new power. Without a word, they silently began to remove the dishes from the table. Truth be told, Cece hadn’t even tasted most of the vast selection she demanded from the kitchen. She couldn’t possibly eat that much. But she insisted on a full spread, a clear display of wasteful extravagance! A country bumpkin with no hint of modesty, only imperial arrogance. Just like a petty person who’s suddenly risen above their station. Oneida, when she first married into the family, had never been so demanding. Both were from humble beginnings, but the contrast couldn’t be starker, Thinking this, the maids felt Oneida was much better.

Watching the maids utterly disregard her commands, Cece’s eyes began to seethe with dark fury. “Are you really ignoring me already?” She glared, her expression slightly warped with anger.

Oneida scoffed coldly, retorting with a laugh, “And what are you exactly? Why should anyone pay heed to you? That was another blow to Cece’s ego.

On the brink of exploding with rage, she couldn’t hold back any longer. With a furious roar, she lunged forward, reaching out to snatch the plates from the maids‘ hands. Her country roots gave her a wild strength, and her entire being radiated ferocity. The maids, though low in status and used to serving others, lived comfortably at Garrison Mansion and had grown somewhat delicate. They were no match for Cece’s wild resolve! One by one, she wrestled the plates back, setting them back on the table. But one maid showed surprising defiance; as Cece reached for a bowl of hot soup in her grasp, she clenched her jaw, refusing to let go.

Cece was just as determined not to give in. A tug–of–war ensued over the steaming soup, neither willing to relent. Oneida watched from the sidelines, her dazzling eyes narrowing with icy authority. In a moment of spite, Cece suddenly pushed the bowl forward–if she couldn’t have the soup, she’d rather see it spilled over this stubborn maid! The one who wouldn’t appreciate her leniency. As the soup tilted menacingly towards the maid, a steaming disaster immanent. A slender, fair hand suddenly appeared between them. It was a beautiful hand, well–defined and strong. A finger confidently inserted itself between the struggle, firmly steadying the bowl and preventing the spill.