Chapter 81

But before Genevieve could close the door, Stella pushed her small body through the gap. Although she was small, she was unusually agile. Like a slippery eel, she squeezed herself in through the gap in the doorframe the moment Genevieve let go a little. Genevieve frowned, but before she could react, the small figure had already rushed into the middle of the living room. Stella surveyed the room as if she were on her own turf. Finally, her gaze landed on the handcrafted velvet couch that cost a pretty penny. "You have such poor taste in decor," said Stella. She sneered and pursed her lips in disgust, yet she still sat on the couch without any hesitation. She even stepped on it with her leather shoes, leaving a pair of gray shoeprints on it. She tossed her small shoulder bag aside and crossed her arms and legs, declaring, "From now on, this is my territory. The biggest room is mine. This couch is also mine. Also, I'm hungry. Make some food for me. I want premium steak, medium-rare