She shook her head.

But her eyes glistened slightly.

Not from fear.

Humiliation.

The kind people carry silently for years.

Then suddenly—

a black luxury sedan turned into the driveway.

The staff immediately straightened.

The guard released the maid at once.

Because only one person used that car.

Margaret Kingston.

Alexander’s mother.

The vehicle stopped.

An elegant woman in diamonds stepped out slowly, her sharp eyes scanning the scene instantly.

Broken fruit.

The maid trembling.

The beggar.

And her security guard breathing heavily with anger.

“What is going on here?” she asked coldly.

The guard pointed immediately.

“This maid assaulted me while protecting a homeless man trespassing outside the property.”

Margaret’s eyes narrowed toward the maid.

“What’s your name?”

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