Chapter 595

The maid’s expression grew increasingly uneasy. Her fingers twisted nervously in her apron as she cast a furtive glance at Eleanor, clearly unsure how to proceed. “This lady...” she began, voice low with hesitation. But Jade Yasir had already stopped listening. She turned her attention fully on Eleanor, her gaze narrowing with visible hostility. She studied her opponent like prey, scrutinising every detail with the sharp edge of disdain. Then, with a smirk curling slowly across her face, she sneered, “Don’t tell me—” Her tone dipped into mockery. “You’re just another maid here, aren’t you?” The words dripped with condescension. As if to drive the insult home, Jade deliberately let her gaze trail over Eleanor’s outfit—casual, understated, entirely devoid of labels or flash. Simple enough to be mistaken for staff. That thought soothed something unsettled in Jade. The alternative—that this woman might actually be someone of importance, someone Robert had willingly brought into his home—wa