Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 22

What could Delia do? After all, that girl was the master. “Ma’am, I didn’t bully you, did I?” Crystal returned to her seat and showed her unruly little girl self. “You’re just a maid, and you quarreled with me in front of so many people. Obviously, you want to bully me.”

“You’re framing me!” Delia’s face was livid. “It’s the mourning period. I’m urging you to do things according to the rules. How could it be my fault?”

Crystal placed her hand on her little heart. “You’re talking so loudly. Obviously, you’re threatening

me.”

Delia was so mad. She couldn’t even defeat a little girl. “You!”

“Well, okay,” Crystal waved her hand. “I’m not mad. After all, you’re old enough to be my mother. It’s bad for your health if you get angry. It can make your blood pressure rocket, and then you have to take medicine. It’s not good.”

It took Delia a long time to come to her senses.

mad anymore? What do you mean? It’s obvious that

servants of the White family talk back to their master, won’t they laugh at us? Listen to me and go back to drink some water to

speechless, couldn’t find her voice

gone to greet the

low voice, “This little b*tch does have some

what should we do? This girl is not easy to deal with, and Mrs. White has

want me to embarrass her right in front

old enough to know that if she caused trouble now, she

White doing now?” Sister

few women home. Madam White was so angry she reprimanded him. I guess Mrs. White should be begging mercy

already gossiped a lot when he brought women home to party. And now, right when they were having the funeral, how could he do

Mrs.

stared at Crystal’s back and sighed. “I don’t care. Anyway, Mrs. White doesn’t

went to report this to Freda, they would get scolded undoubtedly.