When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 574

**TITLE: HereSelf 574**
**CONTENT: Chapter 574 Yulia Gunn**

“Alright, Beth! Why don’t you go and make us some tea? We shouldn’t wander too far from here,” Renee instructed, her voice carrying a hint of unease that lingered in the air.

Beth, who was busy with her cleaning, paused for a moment, glancing at Renee. She could sense the tension that hung like a thick fog, and it made her heart race just a little.

Natalie, standing nearby, offered a reassuring smile, her warmth a stark contrast to the chilly atmosphere.

Just then, the sound of high heels clicked sharply against the wooden floor as a woman stepped into the studio without waiting for an invitation.

“Is anyone here?” she called out, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

As she pushed the door open, her nose wrinkled in distaste, taking in the modest surroundings of the studio. The disdainful look on her face was unmistakable, as if she had just stepped into a place far beneath her standards.

“Why is this studio so small?” she remarked, her tone dripping with condescension.

Her words hit like a slap in the face, immediately creating an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Beth, not one to back down, maneuvered her broom closer, sweeping with purpose right by the woman’s feet.

“If you think it’s too small, then perhaps no one forced you to come here,” she shot back, her voice steady despite the tension.

Beth was well aware of Natalie’s reputation as a renowned designer, but she also knew that anyone truly interested in collaborating with her would have made an appointment ahead of time. This unexpected visit, coupled with the woman’s haughty demeanor, grated on Beth’s nerves.

It felt as though they were begging for her presence, and that thought made her bristle.

The woman’s irritation was palpable, her expression darkening as she regarded Beth with disdain.

“What is wrong with you, cleaner? Don’t you know how to sweep when a guest is present? Someone like you would have been dismissed long ago in my household.”

“Heh, lucky for me I don’t work for your family,” Beth retorted, her tone sharp.

“Please, go make a pot of tea,” Natalie interjected, her voice calm yet firm, aware of the precarious situation.

She wasn’t intimidated by the woman’s flamboyant outfit, which screamed high fashion, although it was clear it wasn’t custom-made. The intricate hand-stitching showed care, but Natalie knew that someone like this could easily stir up trouble for Beth.

The last thing she wanted was for Beth to face repercussions for standing up for herself, especially since Beth had a child to raise.

Hearing Natalie’s directive, Beth reluctantly set her broom aside and headed toward the tea room, her mind still simmering with irritation.

As she prepared the tea, she muttered under her breath, “Some people just don’t know how to respect others.”

Meanwhile, Natalie stepped forward, her posture exuding poise and confidence.

The woman, sensing the shift in energy, looked up instinctively.

What she saw was a striking figure—Natalie’s delicate features were framed by her flowing hair, and her eyes sparkled with a clarity that seemed untouched by the harsh realities of the world.

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