FIRE AND ICE 🔥~~~~~~EPISODE 21
"Good morning, ma'am," two servant girls cleaning the stair railing greeted Jeslyn with forced voices.
It was obvious they didn't like her and the maids weren't making an attempt to hide it.
"Good morning," Jeslyn responded while walking down the stairs.
She chooses to ignore them, after all, it has nothing to do with her. It's their right to hate or like her.
A few steps ahead, Jeslyn heard the maids behind her talking in hushed voices.
What could they be talking about if not gossip about her? And Jeslyn wasn't a fan of such, so she turned around, and with a cold voice, she spoke.
"You two, go get your payment and leave."
The girls looked at her like she was a joke and ignored her to continue working.
Seeing this, Jeslyn chuckled for a while before she started taking small steps towards them while saying:
"You know, at a workplace, you ought to be careful with your tongue and also how you treat people. It's fine to gossip, but it's disrespectful when you let whoever you are gossiping about hear it.
I was nice enough to tell you both to leave with your pay, but not anymore. Go get your bags and leave… Without a dime!
If you make me repeat myself, then you'll be thrown out of this house without your bags." She smiled at the two girls who had their eyes enlarged in shock.
"Wow, this is the first time I have seen a guest issuing orders in a house that isn't theirs. Young lady, who do you think you are to lay off Mr. Maverick's workers?"
A feminine voice tinged with laughter, sounded from behind Jeslyn followed by the clicking sound of heels stepping on the smooth and sparking floor.
"Good morning, Ma'am!" The two servants greeted with cheerful voices.
Jeslyn didn't bother to turn around and patiently waited for the intruder to walk around her and come to stand beside the servants.
"Morning. You two, continue your work and go downstairs if you are done." The new lady gave the instruction to the two maids while looking at Jeslyn with a condescending stare.
"Yes, ma'am!" The maids answered and were about to leave when they heard…
"I dare you to take a step from here."
Jeslyn's voice sounded almost like their master's. Sending chills down their hearts. The girls subconsciously stood rooted to the spot. Not daring to move.
Jeslyn folded her arms on her chest with her eyes on the pretty lady in front of her.
She assessed the lady in front of her for a while before asking: "And… who might you be?" Jeslyn said, raising a brow at the lady.
"Ha, you don't even seem to know me, so what right do you have to lay anyone off?"
Jeslyn sighed… "You also don't seem to know me, which means you are irrelevant in this house, so what right do you also have to stop me from sending disrespectful workers off?"
Hearing that she was irrelevant, the lady narrowed her scorching gaze at Jeslyn. "Who told you I'm irrelevant?"
"Who told you I'm a guest?" Seeing the lady knitting her brows, Jeslyn curled her lips.
"Everyone knows that you are a guest." She said after composing herself. Her brows were only knitted for a flitting moment.
"Hmm…" Jeslyn nodded. "It means those people are not important, just like you." Jeslyn turned to look at the two servants that had a confused and terrified look on their faces.
She doesn't care or want to know why they looked so frightened. But one thing she was determined to do was to get these two maids fired.
No one has ever disrespected her and gone away with it and these girls certainly won't be the first… not in a country like this anyway.
Showing these unrepentant girls mercy would mean she's weak and this peacock who just arrived, throwing her weight around would find a spot to bully her in the future.
The Lu brothers have no sisters and from the information released to the public, the Lu brothers shut the doors to their other family members, which means, a cousin cannot appear in this house.
So the identity of this lady standing beside her might either be a family friend, or a high-ranked worker for the Lu brothers because she's dressed like an elegant secretary.
"You two…" Jeslyn touched the space between her brow. It seemed like she was considering something, then she continued. "…I have said it the third time, I think, and I won't repeat myself."
"Riya!"
Jeslyn called the servant whom she saw walking around the sitting room with a white napkin.
At first Maya didn't answer, but a few seconds later, her brain jolted and she stared up at the staircase.
"Ma'am, you called me?" She asked.
"Hmm, get the security."
"Oh?… ok, ma'am." Maya walked towards the telephone.
Looking at Jeslyn, the lady in a red pencil skirt, wearing a white shirt that was opened to expose her fine cleavage with face caked in nice makeup and hair done into a ponytail, glared at Jeslyn.
This was no longer a matter of laying workers off, after all, she was never the type to care about who eats and who doesn't.
Seeing such a beautiful lady in Maverick's house turned her brain and she automatically labeled her an enemy. So when she heard what she was telling the servants, she took the opportunity to invoke dominance, an image to be feared and respected, just like every servant in the house fears and respects her, but who would have thought this pretty face in front of her was a stubborn one?
"Young lady, I think you–"
"Young ma'am, stop addressing me like a mum would address their naughty daughter. If at all you are older than me, it shouldn't be a difference of three years, so, what's up with that tone?" Jeslyn glared at the lady…no, she was already glaring.
The lady had her mouth hanging open and so were the servants. Who dares to talk to Ms. Mulan like this? Is this guest courting death?
After a while, Mulan chuckled. It wasn't a happy chuckle, but the chuckle was filled with hidden danger.
"I thought you were–"
"Miss Mulan, Ma'am," a few men in black walked over and bowed to Jeslyn and Mulan.
"Ah, you are here. These servants feel sore in their feet and cannot walk out of the compound when I told them to, so I called you here to throw them out." Jeslyn explained sarcastically.
The head guard looked from Jeslyn to the maids. They seemed to not have an iota of fear but were gazing at Jeslyn with mockery in their eyes. He then looked at Mulan who was doing a stare-down contest with Jeslyn before he bowed.
"Yes, ma'am… throw the servants out." The head guard commanded his men.
"W–what?!" Both the servants and Ms. Mulan exclaimed at once while staring at the head guard who was about to turn around.
"Stop right there!" Mulan roared. Once the guard stopped and looked at her, she asked while twirling her index finger above her head while asking: "Who owns this house?"
"Everyone knows who owns the house, Miss Mulan." The head guard replied.
"Who gives the orders in this house?" Mulan asked again.
"Still the same answer, Miss Mulan."
"Then why are you taking orders from a stranger? Those the master's hand-picked maids. How can you listen to a stranger and throw them out?"
"Not when the 'stranger' has a say in the house, Miss Mulan."
With that said, the head guard left with the others, depriving the maids of the chance to seek forgiveness.
The maids wanted to beg Jeslyn, not because they feared or respect her, but because they know what their lives would be like after leaving the mansion, but the guards wouldn't let them.
They were dragged out of the house like hateful parasites.
On the stairs, Jeslyn was about to leave when Mulan blocked her.
"Who are you?" Mulan asked with a skeptical look on her face.
"A person who wouldn't care to know who you are. And if I may say, your sexy cleavage is too revealing, don't you think? This is a house, not a club."
Jeslyn threw Mulan the words before she sidestepped and walked away.
Mulan looked down at her dress. Truly, her cleavage was revealed and she has a reason for doing so, but getting bashed by that stranger was the height of it.
She stamped her nude heels on the smooth floor as rage built up in her. She wasn't just humiliated, she was also called a prostitute.
'I will have to deal with this stranger quickly, or else, she will be out of her control. It doesn't matter who she is. If I can send those two to prison, then what is this weakling that I cannot chase to death?'
Mulan curled her lips as ideas to deal with Jeslyn formed in her mind.
Meanwhile, Maya, who had called the securities, was standing in the sitting room, staring wide-eyed at Jeslyn who was walking down the stairs.
'What is this lady who couldn't bother to give Miss Mulan face? What is her identity?'
While Maya was thinking, Jeslyn came to stand in front of her and waved at her.
"What are you daydreaming about so early in the morning? Done with your chores?" Jeslyn asked.
"G–good morning ma'am," Maya hurriedly curtsied.
"Hmm, morning. Hope you slept well?"
The maid was shocked again. She couldn't recall what year someone had cared to ask her if she slept well.
"It seems you have a lot to think about, point me in the direction of the dining room. A maid had called me to head there."
"T–there," Maya was flustered. Wonders keep happening that she feels her mind will explode. Does she want to join the family for breakfast? Little master Valen is there too! Doesn't that mean…
By the time Maya woke up from her stupor, Jeslyn had walked far away from her. She sighed. She was about to warn her, but… leave it be.
Jeslyn arrived at the dining table with two godly beauties already there. One was a handsome man with a cold face and the other was a jaw-dropping pretty and cute boy of about 6 years old.
The 6-year-old child had a head full of black hair, his baby face was lowered to stare at the food placed in front of him.
The minute he raised his gaze to Jeslyn, she swallowed hard. The thought to steal him away flashed through her mind.
'How can a child be this cute!?' She screamed in her mind.
His brows were thick and dark, just like his father's. His pink lips were turned downwards and a small frown rested between his brows.
His large eyes which housed sparkling hazel pupils glanced at Jeslyn for a brief moment before they turned to look behind her.
Jeslyn followed his gaze and looked back to see the lady she had an altercation with earlier, walking over with the sound of her heels disturbing the quiet atmosphere.
Jeslyn rolled her eyes and walked towards the dining table.
Seeing the guest sitting on the chair beside Maverick, Mulan furrowed her brows.
No one has ever been allowed to take that seat before, so why is the guest sitting there?
While she was wondering, Mulan walked to stand beside Valen.
Jeslyn glanced at her and looked at the empty chair that was on the other end of the table without uttering a word.
'I said it, she's not an important member of the family, hmph!' She thought.
"Good morning," Jeslyn greeted Maverick and Valen.
"Hmm," Maverick answered but Valen didn't.
Mulan curled her lips in a smile when she saw Jeslyn looking at Valen. Probably expecting a reply that would never come.
"You must be Valen, I'm Jeslyn," she stretched out a hand across the table to shake Valen, but he didn't even look at her.
His eyes were still focused on the veggies placed on his plate.
Jeslyn awkwardly took her hand back and happened to see Mulan sniffing a laugh.
She rolled her eyes and rather chose to watch the maids instead, as they served her.
"What is the meaning of this?" Valen said. His voice was childish, but the coldness it held could not be ignored.
Maverick ignored him and continued eating his food.
Staring at his father, Valen continued; "I know the maids do not have the guts to serve my vegetables, only you can order them to. I don't–"
"Yo! wait for me." Rex's voice sounded from the sitting room and soon, his hurried steps could be heard.
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It was obvious they didn't like her and the maids weren't making an attempt to hide it.
"Good morning," Jeslyn responded while walking down the stairs.
She chooses to ignore them, after all, it has nothing to do with her. It's their right to hate or like her.
A few steps ahead, Jeslyn heard the maids behind her talking in hushed voices.
What could they be talking about if not gossip about her? And Jeslyn wasn't a fan of such, so she turned around, and with a cold voice, she spoke.
"You two, go get your payment and leave."
The girls looked at her like she was a joke and ignored her to continue working.
Seeing this, Jeslyn chuckled for a while before she started taking small steps towards them while saying:
"You know, at a workplace, you ought to be careful with your tongue and also how you treat people. It's fine to gossip, but it's disrespectful when you let whoever you are gossiping about hear it.
I was nice enough to tell you both to leave with your pay, but not anymore. Go get your bags and leave… Without a dime!
If you make me repeat myself, then you'll be thrown out of this house without your bags." She smiled at the two girls who had their eyes enlarged in shock.
"Wow, this is the first time I have seen a guest issuing orders in a house that isn't theirs. Young lady, who do you think you are to lay off Mr. Maverick's workers?"
A feminine voice tinged with laughter, sounded from behind Jeslyn followed by the clicking sound of heels stepping on the smooth and sparking floor.
"Good morning, Ma'am!" The two servants greeted with cheerful voices.
Jeslyn didn't bother to turn around and patiently waited for the intruder to walk around her and come to stand beside the servants.
"Morning. You two, continue your work and go downstairs if you are done." The new lady gave the instruction to the two maids while looking at Jeslyn with a condescending stare.
"Yes, ma'am!" The maids answered and were about to leave when they heard…
"I dare you to take a step from here."
Jeslyn's voice sounded almost like their master's. Sending chills down their hearts. The girls subconsciously stood rooted to the spot. Not daring to move.
Jeslyn folded her arms on her chest with her eyes on the pretty lady in front of her.
She assessed the lady in front of her for a while before asking: "And… who might you be?" Jeslyn said, raising a brow at the lady.
"Ha, you don't even seem to know me, so what right do you have to lay anyone off?"
Jeslyn sighed… "You also don't seem to know me, which means you are irrelevant in this house, so what right do you also have to stop me from sending disrespectful workers off?"
Hearing that she was irrelevant, the lady narrowed her scorching gaze at Jeslyn. "Who told you I'm irrelevant?"
"Who told you I'm a guest?" Seeing the lady knitting her brows, Jeslyn curled her lips.
"Everyone knows that you are a guest." She said after composing herself. Her brows were only knitted for a flitting moment.
"Hmm…" Jeslyn nodded. "It means those people are not important, just like you." Jeslyn turned to look at the two servants that had a confused and terrified look on their faces.
She doesn't care or want to know why they looked so frightened. But one thing she was determined to do was to get these two maids fired.
No one has ever disrespected her and gone away with it and these girls certainly won't be the first… not in a country like this anyway.
Showing these unrepentant girls mercy would mean she's weak and this peacock who just arrived, throwing her weight around would find a spot to bully her in the future.
The Lu brothers have no sisters and from the information released to the public, the Lu brothers shut the doors to their other family members, which means, a cousin cannot appear in this house.
So the identity of this lady standing beside her might either be a family friend, or a high-ranked worker for the Lu brothers because she's dressed like an elegant secretary.
"You two…" Jeslyn touched the space between her brow. It seemed like she was considering something, then she continued. "…I have said it the third time, I think, and I won't repeat myself."
"Riya!"
Jeslyn called the servant whom she saw walking around the sitting room with a white napkin.
At first Maya didn't answer, but a few seconds later, her brain jolted and she stared up at the staircase.
"Ma'am, you called me?" She asked.
"Hmm, get the security."
"Oh?… ok, ma'am." Maya walked towards the telephone.
Looking at Jeslyn, the lady in a red pencil skirt, wearing a white shirt that was opened to expose her fine cleavage with face caked in nice makeup and hair done into a ponytail, glared at Jeslyn.
This was no longer a matter of laying workers off, after all, she was never the type to care about who eats and who doesn't.
Seeing such a beautiful lady in Maverick's house turned her brain and she automatically labeled her an enemy. So when she heard what she was telling the servants, she took the opportunity to invoke dominance, an image to be feared and respected, just like every servant in the house fears and respects her, but who would have thought this pretty face in front of her was a stubborn one?
"Young lady, I think you–"
"Young ma'am, stop addressing me like a mum would address their naughty daughter. If at all you are older than me, it shouldn't be a difference of three years, so, what's up with that tone?" Jeslyn glared at the lady…no, she was already glaring.
The lady had her mouth hanging open and so were the servants. Who dares to talk to Ms. Mulan like this? Is this guest courting death?
After a while, Mulan chuckled. It wasn't a happy chuckle, but the chuckle was filled with hidden danger.
"I thought you were–"
"Miss Mulan, Ma'am," a few men in black walked over and bowed to Jeslyn and Mulan.
"Ah, you are here. These servants feel sore in their feet and cannot walk out of the compound when I told them to, so I called you here to throw them out." Jeslyn explained sarcastically.
The head guard looked from Jeslyn to the maids. They seemed to not have an iota of fear but were gazing at Jeslyn with mockery in their eyes. He then looked at Mulan who was doing a stare-down contest with Jeslyn before he bowed.
"Yes, ma'am… throw the servants out." The head guard commanded his men.
"W–what?!" Both the servants and Ms. Mulan exclaimed at once while staring at the head guard who was about to turn around.
"Stop right there!" Mulan roared. Once the guard stopped and looked at her, she asked while twirling her index finger above her head while asking: "Who owns this house?"
"Everyone knows who owns the house, Miss Mulan." The head guard replied.
"Who gives the orders in this house?" Mulan asked again.
"Still the same answer, Miss Mulan."
"Then why are you taking orders from a stranger? Those the master's hand-picked maids. How can you listen to a stranger and throw them out?"
"Not when the 'stranger' has a say in the house, Miss Mulan."
With that said, the head guard left with the others, depriving the maids of the chance to seek forgiveness.
The maids wanted to beg Jeslyn, not because they feared or respect her, but because they know what their lives would be like after leaving the mansion, but the guards wouldn't let them.
They were dragged out of the house like hateful parasites.
On the stairs, Jeslyn was about to leave when Mulan blocked her.
"Who are you?" Mulan asked with a skeptical look on her face.
"A person who wouldn't care to know who you are. And if I may say, your sexy cleavage is too revealing, don't you think? This is a house, not a club."
Jeslyn threw Mulan the words before she sidestepped and walked away.
Mulan looked down at her dress. Truly, her cleavage was revealed and she has a reason for doing so, but getting bashed by that stranger was the height of it.
She stamped her nude heels on the smooth floor as rage built up in her. She wasn't just humiliated, she was also called a prostitute.
'I will have to deal with this stranger quickly, or else, she will be out of her control. It doesn't matter who she is. If I can send those two to prison, then what is this weakling that I cannot chase to death?'
Mulan curled her lips as ideas to deal with Jeslyn formed in her mind.
Meanwhile, Maya, who had called the securities, was standing in the sitting room, staring wide-eyed at Jeslyn who was walking down the stairs.
'What is this lady who couldn't bother to give Miss Mulan face? What is her identity?'
While Maya was thinking, Jeslyn came to stand in front of her and waved at her.
"What are you daydreaming about so early in the morning? Done with your chores?" Jeslyn asked.
"G–good morning ma'am," Maya hurriedly curtsied.
"Hmm, morning. Hope you slept well?"
The maid was shocked again. She couldn't recall what year someone had cared to ask her if she slept well.
"It seems you have a lot to think about, point me in the direction of the dining room. A maid had called me to head there."
"T–there," Maya was flustered. Wonders keep happening that she feels her mind will explode. Does she want to join the family for breakfast? Little master Valen is there too! Doesn't that mean…
By the time Maya woke up from her stupor, Jeslyn had walked far away from her. She sighed. She was about to warn her, but… leave it be.
Jeslyn arrived at the dining table with two godly beauties already there. One was a handsome man with a cold face and the other was a jaw-dropping pretty and cute boy of about 6 years old.
The 6-year-old child had a head full of black hair, his baby face was lowered to stare at the food placed in front of him.
The minute he raised his gaze to Jeslyn, she swallowed hard. The thought to steal him away flashed through her mind.
'How can a child be this cute!?' She screamed in her mind.
His brows were thick and dark, just like his father's. His pink lips were turned downwards and a small frown rested between his brows.
His large eyes which housed sparkling hazel pupils glanced at Jeslyn for a brief moment before they turned to look behind her.
Jeslyn followed his gaze and looked back to see the lady she had an altercation with earlier, walking over with the sound of her heels disturbing the quiet atmosphere.
Jeslyn rolled her eyes and walked towards the dining table.
Seeing the guest sitting on the chair beside Maverick, Mulan furrowed her brows.
No one has ever been allowed to take that seat before, so why is the guest sitting there?
While she was wondering, Mulan walked to stand beside Valen.
Jeslyn glanced at her and looked at the empty chair that was on the other end of the table without uttering a word.
'I said it, she's not an important member of the family, hmph!' She thought.
"Good morning," Jeslyn greeted Maverick and Valen.
"Hmm," Maverick answered but Valen didn't.
Mulan curled her lips in a smile when she saw Jeslyn looking at Valen. Probably expecting a reply that would never come.
"You must be Valen, I'm Jeslyn," she stretched out a hand across the table to shake Valen, but he didn't even look at her.
His eyes were still focused on the veggies placed on his plate.
Jeslyn awkwardly took her hand back and happened to see Mulan sniffing a laugh.
She rolled her eyes and rather chose to watch the maids instead, as they served her.
"What is the meaning of this?" Valen said. His voice was childish, but the coldness it held could not be ignored.
Maverick ignored him and continued eating his food.
Staring at his father, Valen continued; "I know the maids do not have the guts to serve my vegetables, only you can order them to. I don't–"
"Yo! wait for me." Rex's voice sounded from the sitting room and soon, his hurried steps could be heard.
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