After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 109 Spitting in the Bisque

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"Mrs. Bennent? Please. That sly fox, Isabel, thinks she deserves to be Mrs. Bennet? Yolanda hissed, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Well, still-

"Ugh! What are you so worried about? I'm just going to eat most of her truffle bisque. Then, I'll add some water, stir it up a bit. I bet someone like her has never tasted something that good. She won't even notice the difference." "Right. In that case, I'll have a taste too."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Isabel had been eavesdropping from the doorway, quietly watching the two maids. She had a sinking feeling that they'd been sneaking food from her for a while.

Just as Isabel was about to storm in and catch them in the act, Yolanda suddenly let out an excited shout.

"I have an ideal

"What's the idea?" her companion asked, confused, until she saw Yolanda spit into the truffle bisque.

"W-what are you doing?" the maid stammered, shocked.

Yolanda flashed a wicked grin. "We'll tell Ms. Lawson about this. She can't stand Isabel, and when she finds out what we've done, she'll reward us for sure." "But... won't we get caught?"

"Caught? What are you afraid of? It's just spit, not some nasty phlegm. She won't taste the difference. Maybe that sheltered Isabel might even think this is how truffle bisque is supposed to taste. Trust me, once Ms. Lawson is the lady of this house, we'll be the ones on her good side. You think there won't be perks?"

"Well, when you put it that way, I guess it makes sense."

"Stop overthinking it. You spit too, and I'll make sure Ms. Lawson hears about it. Who knows? Maybe we'll get a bonus."

"Alright, fine."

The other maid, encouraged by Yolanda's confidence, followed suit and spat into the remaining bisque.

Isabel's eyes narrowed as she stood in the doorway. If it hadn't been for the fact that it was likely their first time doing this, she would've made sure they paid for their actions.

"Having fun spitting, are we?" Isabel's voice cut through the air as she stepped into the kitchen, folding her arms.

The two maids froze, their eyes wide with surprise. They hadn't expected Isabel to appear.

"W-we weren't..."

"You weren't? Let me make it clear-I'm not blind, and I don't suffer from hallucinations. You're not fooling me," Isabel said with a cool smile, her gaze sharp as she locked eyes with them. The maids' hearts pounded in their chests. After a brief, panicked glance at each other, they both silently agreed.

We can't admit it. There's no way we can admit to thirt

Luckily, there were no cameras in the kitchen, so even if Isabel told Xander, as long as they didn't confess, they could still get away with it.

Hearing the commotion, Samuel entered the room. "What's going on here?"

Isabel raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "Oh, nothing much. I just caught these two eating my truffle bisque. And if that wasn't bad

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some of the food we ate in the past-yours

narrowed in anger as he turned his gaze

did this?" he

never touch your food! Not even if you gave us a hundred lives, we wouldn't do that! And... and we definitely didn't spit in it!" Their voices

how terrified they were, figured this wasn't a

didn't mean they hadn't

he asked, staring at the

didn't do it"

to frame us so that she can kick us out! She's trying to get

at their feeble attempt to

to it, huh? Well, we don't have any other witnesses. How about this: You finish the rest of the truffle bisque, and that'll

eyes widened

because you spat in it?" Isabel's voice was icy as

Mrs. Bennett, and... we just wouldn't dare to eat it..." Yolanda stammered, desperately trying to come up

you

eat it. It's

in the kitchen thickened with

They're your maids, and if they'd do such

go."

twisted with a mix of

eat it right now!" they shouted in a

keep their jobs, they quickly grabbed the bisque, staring

no turning back. The pay and benefits here were too good to risk

matter how disgusting they felt it was,

maid took a spoonful, forcing themselves to

spit in it they cried, hoping to

Samuel replied coldly. "Now pack

enough to trust that she

hearing Samuel's decision,

eaten it all! Doesn't that prove we're

109 Spitting in the

brother's wife, my sister-in-law, and the lady of this house. If she doesn't want you here, then you're out." Isabel couldn't

maids were

disliked Isabel? Hasn't he always wanted

Mr. Sam-

firm, the expression on his face rare and serious. "Or should

Out?"

maids scrambled to gather their belongings, muttering curses

them leave, then turned to Samuel. "I

red, though he tried to hide it. "Who helped you? I was just stating facts. Besides, I can't stand people who spit in food. Anyway, I'm heading back to my room." Isabel smiled and shook her head while watching him walk away

proud. He was helping me, but he

healed his leg, she

scene shifted, the two maids grumbled as

it. What kind of spell did Isabel cast on

seriously. Just look at her. With that look of hers, she

sentence, a sleek

a soft click, the door opened, and a pair of