When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 62

Angela immediately realized things were heading in the wrong direction and quickly told Celeste to go upstairs.

Once the child was gone, Angela’s temper exploded.

“You’re blaming me for losing the Wading Waters Bay project? Blaming me for not getting the land approval? Your business partner betrays you and that’s my fault too? Face it—you’re incompetent and can’t judge people, but somehow it’s always our fault!”

Richard looked as though she’d ripped open a fresh wound in public, but when it came to arguing, he couldn’t match Angela. “Fine, fine, you’re always right! I’ll leave, okay?”

He grabbed his clothes and stormed out.

Fuming, Angela kicked over the trash can, hurled an ashtray, scattering ashes all over the floor and staining the sofa.

Margaret came over with a rag to clean up.

“Get out!” Angela barked, too angry to even treat the maid like a person.

But Margaret didn’t leave. She quietly wiped the sofa clean.

“Are you deaf? Did you not understand me?”

Margaret stayed calm. “Madam Angela, after today, my contract ends. I won’t be coming back tomorrow.”

Angela froze, then grew even angrier. “It’s just three months’ unpaid wages—are you really making a big deal out of this?”

She reached for her wallet to settle things immediately.

Margaret smiled faintly. “It’s not about the wages. It’s my health.”

She had been working for the Reed family for five years, starting at thirty. She wasn’t that old now, but the work had taken a huge toll on her body.

Cooking and laundry were one thing, but the Reed villa was over four thousand square feet, and she was the only maid. She had to clean everything daily, and she wasn’t allowed to use a mop—only a rag.

She wiped the floors by hand, every inch spotless. No speck of dust was allowed on the furniture.

Expensive clothes had to be washed by hand and scented, even though the incense aggravated her allergies.

Margaret considered herself hardworking, but the job was beyond exhausting. She’d wanted to quit in her first month, but with her family depending on her income, she gritted her teeth and kept going.

Five years later, her body simply couldn’t take it anymore.

Celeste, hiding at the stairs, didn’t hear the end. She ran to knock on Zachary’s door.

“Did you know Margaret’s leaving? I bet Serena’s behind it! Otherwise, someone as honest as Margaret wouldn’t suddenly know we used to have three maids making a thousand each. Serena must’ve put the idea in her head—”

Celeste rambled, but Zachary didn’t respond. He was staring at his phone, absorbed, a proud smile on his face she’d never seen before.

Curious, Celeste walked over. “Zachary, what are you doing?”

He quickly hid his phone. “Nothing! I wasn’t looking at anything!”

His righteous tone only made him look more guilty.

“Oh? Keeping secrets from me now? Fine, I respect your privacy.” Celeste left briskly, but as the door closed, her hands clenched into fists.

She had seen it—the video playing on Zachary’s phone showed Serena playing basketball. That face, even from a glance, she would recognize anywhere.

The next morning, as nearly everyone in Building B waited for the school to announce the athletic scholarship consideration winners, Patrick suddenly issued a public apology.

In it, he claimed that to make a staged game look more convincing, he had invited members of the state basketball team for a friendly “lesson.” Thanos, Solstice, and the others had tried too hard to prove themselves, injuring the state players and turning the staged game into a dirty match—causing great losses to both the team and the school…