Chapter 78

As long as the housekeepers acted within acceptable boundaries and adhered to the house rules, neither Gemma nor Russell would dismiss them without good reason. "Tara." Soren's voice jolted Tara out of her thoughts. She turned swiftly. "Mr. Farrell." Her greeting was polite yet distant, her posture tense as she worried the other housekeepers might misinterpret their interaction. Soren smirked, his eyes twinkling. It was as if he had read her mind. "We're heading out. You're coming with us." Tara wasn't thrilled about joining them, but with Stella nursing a sprained ankle, it was clear they'd expect her to step in. "Where are you guys going, Mr. Farrell?" Soren paused, his gaze steady. "The shooting range. Go and change into something else." Tara hesitated but knew she had no choice. "Alright." She returned to her room and changed into her usual black down jacket, emerging in an all-black ensemble. As she stepped out, a low chuckle caught her attention. She turned to see S