He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 945

Did she hear that correctly? Did Veronica actually just order her to go grocery shopping and cook a meal?

Corinne’s face darkened, her stomach twisting with indignation. She had spent decades ruling Flynn Manor as its matriarch. People took orders from her; she never served anyone. And now Veronica—the woman who had scrambled and schemed for years to marry her son—was treating her like a common maid right after signing the marriage license?

The more Corinne thought about it, the more furious she became. A part of her tried to rationalize the bizarre phone call. In her memories, Veronica had always been docile, polite, and desperate for her approval. Surely she wouldn't suddenly become this arrogant. Maybe Veronica had already bought the groceries and was planning to cook a meal for Corinne, and her phrasing had just been clumsy?

Clinging to that fragile hope, Corinne shoved her anger aside and hurried back to Flynn Manor.

But the moment she pushed open the front doors, any illusions she held were shattered. To her absolute shock, Veronica had already moved in, completely bypassing Corinne’s authority as the lady of the house.

Veronica lounged on the center sofa in a dark red silk robe, her legs crossed elegantly. She looked every bit the arrogant, entitled heiress. Standing at attention on either side of her were two of the Flynn family’s most senior maids.

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