My Destined Lover

I have to say that Laura’s words worked especially well. Mrs. Taylor was furious, but still closed the door of the utility room.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Jones, pack out the guest room.” Mrs. Taylor gnashed her teeth and charged Jones.

“Yes ma’am.”

Laura was satisfied and turned around, but she still heard Jones muttering clearly.

“Madam, she is so indulgent. Are you sure to let her go her own way?”

“This is the only way. Don’t worry, she won’t be happy for long. Once Marcus dies, see how I will sort her out.”

Laura did not care, but go to unpack her luggage.

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Laura dragged her canvas bag slowly upstairs. She came across Jones on the way, who deliberately kicked down the bag.

“Jones, what are you doing,” Laura called out, glancing at her bag worryingly.

“Sorry, Miss Laura I didn’t mean to do it.” Jones stood there, being neither overbearing nor servile.

“Can’t you look where you are going?” Laura became more and more concerned about the things in her bag.

“Miss Laura, these are nothing but some boogers from the countryside.” Jones looked at the humble bag and subconsciously thought that the things inside were all some garbage.

Laura was irritated by these words, staring straight, ruthlessly, at Jones, who took a few steps back when she thought of the strange events of today.

“You are the bullshit.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Laura reached out her hand and pushed Jones.

Jones fell straight to the ground and gnashed her teeth, “How dare you. Madam will get you for this!.” She looked at Laura and shouted downstairs, “Madam, come up quickly. Miss Laura was such malicious.”

Mrs. Taylor had just hung up the phone with Claire. When she heard Jones’s sharp voice, she hurried upstairs.

As soon as she got upstairs, she saw Jones sitting on the floor, crying, and slapping the ground.

But Laura covered her mouth with her hand, and tears in her red eyes, helplessly, seemed to be about to flow out.

“Jones, we have hatred. Why do you want to frame me,” Laura said in a low voice.

“What! It was you, the little bitch, who pushed me.” These vulgar and unpleasant words reached Mrs. Taylor’s ears, who frowned and looked at Jones with displeasure.

“What’s wrong.” Mrs. Taylor asked.

“Madam, you need to help me to pick a bone.” Jones stood up and walked towards Mrs. Taylor unsteadily. She tried to grab Mrs. Taylor but was avoided without a trace.

Jones’ face turned pale for being avoided, and after a pause, she said, “I just touched her bag accidentally when passed by. After I apologized to her, she violently pushed me and called me bullshit.”

“Is that so?” Mrs. Taylor looked at Laura.

“Of course not!” Laura looked particularly delicate with her tearful face, “She said I was trash just like the things in this bag, and my father and mother didn’t want me. I was upset so I couldn’t help but answer back, but who knew she would start blackmailing me as soon as she sat on the ground.”

“Little bitch, don’t frame me,” Jones shouted sternly. She carefully glanced at Mrs. Taylor. This behavior in Mrs. Taylor’s eyes was equaled to having a guilty conscience.

“All right, that’s it, both of you take a step back. Jones, you go down to work. And you go back to the guest room and rest.” Mrs. Taylor was in a good mood, did not ask carefully, and quickly sent the two people away.

“Okay,” Laura answered, dragging her bag towards the guest room, and felt a burning sight falling on her back. And looked up at Jones with a bright smile, almost making Jones pass out in anger.

Laura opened the bag and what caught her eyes were some precious-looking books. She picked them up one by one to carefully check if there were any damages. These books were very precious and priceless, so she cherished them like that.