Chapter 44

“Aren’t you not feeling well, Mrs. Taylor? I wouldn’t dream of asking you to do it. Fia could do it.” Esme didn’t let go of the opportunity, an innocent smile plastered on her face. “Let’s see… If you make me the spaghetti, I’ll pay you the same price that a Michelin-grade restaurant charges.”

Esme pressed on knowing that she had the advantage and didn’t even let Fia have a breather.

“I’ll do it,” Mrs. Taylor said.

“You’re going to be on leave for the rest of the day,” Conrad said in a stern voice.

“This is not suitable, Master Maxwell.” Mrs. Taylor was filled with regret. If she had known that this would happen, she would not have made up an excuse.

“There’s no such thing. Esme’s her cousin and her guest. She has a duty to take care of her needs.”

Fia was so angry that she was shaking, and she was controlling how hard she was tightening her fists.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Taylor. Have a pleasant holiday.”

“Madam…”

“It’s fine. I’m the host and she’s the guest. I should take care of he