Chapter 323

"You're disturbing my meal," Linda hissed, narrowing her eyes in defiance as she glared at Eleanor. Her posture radiated confidence, showing fear was not part of her nature. Eleanor, unfazed, locked eyes with her. For a moment, neither spoke. The silence between them was thick, cold, and tense. The maids, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t help but frown at the escalating standoff. Finally, Eleanor broke the silence, her tone firm and commanding. "Regardless," she said, her voice filled with authority, "I hope you remember that you are the guest here, and I am the host. The servants belong to me. You may enjoy their service, but you will not treat them harshly." Her eyes, still as icy as ever, bore down on Linda. "Because you are not qualified." "You..." Linda’s teeth clenched in fury as Eleanor’s words sank in. Rage flared up inside her. How dare this woman be so blunt, so dismissive! Eleanor had made it crystal clear: Linda was merely a guest, unfit to command the servants or wield