Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 

It is not your damn business, OK?” 

Wendy snarled with an eye roll. 

“The rule is there for a reason. You just follow the rules. And stop asking silly questions.” 

She took one more critical look at Janet and let out a snort, “Let me go fetch you a maid’s uniform. You can’t wear your current clothes.” 

Wendy left the room, grumbling some complaints. 

Janet’s gaze fell back on that piece of paper, focusing on the last line. 

The West corridor on the – floor. 

Lance was the owner of this castle. It must have been he who made this rule. 

So what was in the west corridor on the -4 floor that he didn’t want people to see? 

Whatever it was, it must be something important to Lance. 

She remembered that location at heart and decided to check it out sometimes. 

Wendy returned shortly after with a maid uniform. 

“Put this on.” she tossed the clothes on the floor and demanded. 

The texture of that uniform was very raw, and it felt itchy against the skin. 

Janet moved around uncomfortably in the clothes and scratched the back of her neck 

Wendy noticed that and let out a sarcastic snort, “The lowly servant’s clothes don’t suite you, my lady? Too bad but it is the only thing you are going to wear from now on… Wait a second!” 

Her eyes caught something that just fell out of Janet’s collar. 

“What is that?” she gasped, astonished. 

“A golden locket,” Janet said flatly. 

It was a gift from Casper. 

He gave this to her before she went to the Riverside Pack for the training. 

Wendy gulped. A hint of greed flickered across her eyes. 

“Y–You can’t wear this in the palace. It is against the rule!” 

Wendy stuck out a hand, her palm facing up. 

“I am confiscating it now. 

Janet sneered, “What rule? I didn’t see such a rule on the wall.” 

“I–It is a convention! The maids are not supposed to wear expensive jewelry in front of the masters. Give it to me!” 

She reached over to snatch the golden locket from Janet. 

Yet Janet caught her hand hastily. 

“It is mine,” Janet looked down at her icily. 

Wendy’s lips trembled. A fearful look appeared on her face. 

Janet’s iron grip was hurting her wrist… This woman was so powerful and strong! 

No wonder that she could become the Gamma. 

“Are we going to have a problem?” Janet asked. 

“No…No. I am sorry.” Wendy stuttered. 

Janet slapped her hand away, “OK so now I am dressed. What is next?” 

“Now we are going to have dinner and then I will assign you a room…This way.” They left the office walked down the hallway and got to the dining hall. 

This underground dining hall was a thousand times shabbier than the one upstairs where the masters ate. 

Because it was underground and there were no windows, the entire room was dark and dingy. 

The floor, the chairs, and the table…everything seemed so dirty and sticky. 

There was a thick layer of dirt and grease on the table surface as though it hadn’t. been washed in decades. 

Janet grabbed a tray and joined the line of maids taking food. 

She could feel hostile glares coming from all directions. But she ignored all of them. When it was her turn, the chef stared at her for a few seconds and then pushed a bowl of soup across the counter. 

Janet frowned. 

But she clearly saw the others have cold slices of sandwich for dinner. 

“What! Do you have a problem?” the chef howled, “Starve if you don’t like the soup!” 

Janet looked down at the soup. 

She could tell that it tasted horribly just by looking at it. 

Eventually, she said nothing took that bowl of soup, and walked away. 

She heard some nasty jeers behind her back. 

Of course, no one would sit her during dinner. So she found a corner and sat down, taking a sip of her soup. 

She almost spat it out instantly. 

The soup tasted like rotten eggs mixed with dirt. And she would not be surprised if there was the chef’s spit in the soup. 

Janet took a deep breath and pushed the bowl away. 

She would definitely get sick if she had this. A stomachache would make her first day 

tomorrow even worse. 

Wendy came up to her after dinner. 

She took a look at Janet’s untouched bowl of soup and giggled, “You don’t like your 

meal?” 

“You mean a bucket of slop?” Janet said coldly. 

“Watch your tongue!” Wendy warned, “You are lucky enough that we feed you. If you want to starve yourself, fine. Just don’t pass out tomorrow in front of the maters.” 

With that said, she tossed Janet a room key. 

“The key to your room. The room number is b13. Tomorrow’s gathering time is 5:00 

a.m. Don’t fucking be late.” 

Wendy walked away. 

Janet didn’t want to stay in the dining hall and faced her disgusting bowl of soup. So she pushed the chair away and left the room, going to find her room. 

But she couldn’t find the room b13. 

She searched the entire basement, from East to West. Yet there was no room b13. She tried to stop someone in the hallway and asked them where this room was. 

But nobody would talk to her. 

Everyone just strode right past her as though she didn’t exist. 

She wandered around for nearly an hour. All the maids and servants had finished. dinner and went back to their separate rooms. 

Eventually, before the light in the hallway went out, Janet found where room b13 

was. 

But it was not exactly a room, more like a utility closet where they kept the mops, located right next to the public toilet. 

There was a small, handwritten sign on the door which said “b13.” And Janet was pretty sure that the sign wasn’t there before today. 

No wonder she missed it earlier. 

She opened the door with her key and found that the closet was even smaller than she thought. 

The space was not even enough for a grownup to lie flat. 

And there was no bed. Just a patched, crumpled, dirty blanket tossed on the floor. 

Janet picked it up.