Chapter 348
The housekeeper was clearly panicking.
“Whether she showed up unannounced or not, I can just ask Vivienne Voss myself.” Owen picked up his phone.
“No, sir, I was wrong p>
“I trusted you both because of your years of dedicated service. That’s why I felt comfortable leaving the house in your hands. I’ve been gone for two years, and not only did I never cut your salaries, I gave you annual raises. Even the household allowance I provided was set at a premium rate. And this is how you repay me? By working for someone else p>
“Sir, no, I was wrong! I swear I will never pass messages for her again p>
The butler rushed over. “I warned you a hundred times not to agree to Miss Voss’s requests! Why didn’t you listen?” They were a married couple.
“Sir, I promise you, I’ll keep a tight leash on her from now on,” the butler said, glaring at his wife.
“For the sake of the years you’ve spent working for me, I’ll give you one last chance. Remember this: it is your final chance. There will be no next time p>
Naturally, Owen denied Vivienne entry at the gates.
Mira and her crew got into the car and pulled out of the estate, driving toward the main exit of the community.
“Owen, are those housekeepers actually trustworthy p>
“They are. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have kept them this long.” But when boundaries were crossed, a harsh warning was mandatory.
“Owen! Owen p>
As the car exited the gates and prepared to turn, a frantic voice called out from behind them.
“Damn, she actually waited out here,” Brayden Knox muttered.
“Women in love are terrifying,” Jax Weaver added.
Owen signaled for Ronan Creed to stop the car.
Through the window, Mira saw an incredibly flawless, striking woman. She was more beautiful than any runway model Mira had ever seen. Her wavy brown hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing large captivating eyes framed by thick, sweeping fashës Below her refined nose were full, crimson lips, curved into a faint, alluring smile. She wore a brown mink stole over a skin-tight black dress. Her waist was impossibly narrow, contrasting sharply with her lush curves,
creating a silhouette that
commanded attention.
Stepping gracefully in black stilettos, she walked toward their car, every movement
radiating an intoxicating, effortless glamour.
Even Mira found herself staring. “You’re a lucky man, Owen,” she blurted out.
“Say one more word and I’m tossing you out,” Owen snapped as he threw open the door and stepped out.
Mira wasn’t the only one staring. The bodyguards, the security guards at the gate, and even random pedestrians couldn’t keep their eyes off her.
“How does someone even look like that? She’s practically a work of art,” Mira muttered in admiration. In contrast, while Mira had a stunning face, she was on the slender side—practically a string bean next to that kind of bombshell.
Not that she cared. Her entire focus
was locked on expanding her
business empire, absorbing
ssly crushing
knowledge and ruthlessly
her enemies. That was the whole point of her second chance at life. Maybe one day, she would reign as a global corporate queen.
As for romance? She had no plans. If someone came along who shared her ambitions and possessed both character and competence, maybe she’d consider it. If not, she was perfectly fine on her own. She certainly didn’t need a man to support her if she ever wanted a chid, she could t buy the be
genetics in the world and use a surrogate. It sounded a lot easier than dealing with a man’s ego.
Her thoughts had wandered far off track. Back to reality.
Outside the car, Owen and the stunning woman walked a few steps away and began talking.