The Lady Wilson found herself in a whirlwind of confusion.


    Was it really Donald who made arrangements for Gena and the others?


    What on earth did Donald mean? Did he imply that these three helpers were organized on his behalf?


    Just as Lady Wilson was regaining herposure, Gena excitedly interjected, “Wait, big brother, is what you said actually true?! Can we really live here?”


    The man nodded in affirmation, “Absolutely! Didn’t the driver take your fingerprints earlier? Consider this your new home from now on!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Lady Wilson, in a state of desperation, shouted, “Brother! Please inform Mr. Webb that we do not want these helpers! These three women are just peasants and can’t even read well. What good are they to us? We need professional nurses, preferably someone who can cook and doundry!”


    The man retorted coldly, “Lady, I see that while you may be old and not particrly attractive, you have quite the imagination! Still trying to negotiate with us? Don’t you know your position?”


    Blushing from the reprimand, Lady Wilson stammered, “Then we can do without help, right? Let the three of them go. We can handle everything ourselves. Is that eptable?”


    “That’s not an option! As I mentioned earlier, these three are now part of your household. They will reside here just like you. You don’t have the authority to dismiss them!”


    Gena overheard this and, ncing at Lady Wilson with a smirk, remarked, “Oh, Lady Wilson, you really think highly of yourself! You’ve barely settled in, and you’re already trying to act important. I didn’t realize this grand vi isn’t even yours. What a surprise! Here I thought you owned it, but it turns out we’re all just renting!”


    “Exactly!” Yadira chimed in disdainfully. “You were so boastful just a moment ago, but it seems you were just putting on a show!”


    Samantha added, “I still see you as a phoenix. Living in such a splendid ce, yet now I realize you’re just a pheasant borrowing the phoenix’s nest!”


    Lady Wilson’s face darkened. This vi indeed belonged to Donald. He had granted them permission to stay, but if he decided otherwise, they would have to leave. In essence, if Donald wanted Gena and herpanions to stay, Lady Wilson had no authority to object.


    Gena suddenly felt a rush of excitement!


    She dered to the others, “From now on, we are residents of this magnificent vi! Those old pheasants pretending to be phoenixes no longer have the power to kick us out!”


    “Yes!” the other two eximed, equally thrilled.


    With the dynamics of their situation rified, they felt a sense of relief.


    Not only had they managed to quell Lady Wilson’s arrogance, but they also secured their rightful ce in the vi.


    At that moment, Gena remembered something important and turned to the brawny man, asking, “Brother, I have a question for you!”


    The man replied, “Go ahead!”<fn4ed4> Content originallyes from findnovel</fn4ed4>