Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly said, “You bought this mansion for me, Mr. Lopez. Of course I will remember their names to order them around more efficiently. Surely this shouldn’t come as a surprise to you.”
“Not in the least.” He nodded in agreement with a cold glint in his eyes.
Gianna stood beside him, her heart pounding rapidly and uneasily against her chest.
She tried to reassure herself. Mr. Lopez rarely comes here, and the mansion has no surveillance cameras. I have bribed all the housekeepers, so he shouldn’t know what’s happening here.
Wyatt sat with his leg slightly propped up, sipping his coffee every now and again.
All the housekeepers who were off the clock were summoned to the mansion and stood quietly, not daring to breathe loudly. As for the few housekeepers on leave, they received a phone call from the head housekeeper to return and started arriving one after another an hour later.
The head housekeeper took a step forward and cautiously informed Wyatt, “Mr. Lopez, the housekeepers are all here.”
“Is that so?” He nodded and swept his sharp gaze over them. “Who is in charge of Ms. Marsh’s care on the third floor, including prepping her meals?”
Heidi was among those who stood forward with their heads bowed.
Wyatt continued evenly, “Did she start losing appetite two months ago? Was the food fresh from the kitchen, including the milk and eggs?”
One of the housekeepers answered with a quiver in her voice, “Yes, Ms. Marsh’s appetite has always been poor.”
“The vegetables and meat are fresh and bought from the market every morning,” another housekeeper said, handing Wyatt the grocery receipts.
He scanned them briefly before asking, “What are her favorite dishes, and what does she dislike?”
The housekeepers exchanged a look and lowered their heads without answering.
“Was that a difficult question to answer?” Wyatt sneered. “Does this mean all of you failed at your job to take care of her?”
“That’s not the case, Mr. Lopez. It’s difficult for us to determine her likes and dislikes when Ms. Marsh doesn’t eat much.”
“That’s right. Ms. Marsh only takes a few bites of every dish.”
“Bullsh*t!” Wyatt threw his coffee cup on the ground, shattering it into pieces. The housekeepers jumped, their hands and feet trembling.
“If it were her favorite dish, she would take a few more mouthfuls, despite her lack of appetite. The ones in charge of her meals should monitor what she eats every day and note it down. Why the f*ck did you show me a godd*mn groceries list? Is the salary I pay too little or do you all think I’m an imbecile?” he snarled.
He closed his eyes to rein in his temper and inquired, “Who was in charge of her care last month on the twenty-second?”
No one answered.
Wyatt’s eyes darkened, and he turned his attention toward the head housekeeper. “I’m paying you a lot of money to oversee the upkeep of this home, yet you don’t even have a duty roster. Are you whiling your time away sleeping and eating?”
“We do have a duty roster, Mr. Lopez. I-It’s…” The head housekeeper was flustered. “Mary, who was on duty previously, mistook the logbook for trash and threw it out. Thus, we lost last month’s duty roster.”
“What a coincidence that the logbook went missing just as I requested it.” Wyatt laughed and stood up, sending a kick in the head housekeeper’s direction.
The action sent the head housekeeper sailing across the room before landing in a heap on the ground.
The rest of the housekeepers cowered, and Gianna felt tendrils of fear unfurling inside her at Wyatt’s ruthlessness.
She knew that only death awaited if she said the wrong thing now.
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