Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 56

Chapter 56:

However, the door swung open to reveal not Lillian, but a team of professional movers, clad in their work uniforms.

“Hello, did someone here request a moving service?” one mover inquired.

The housekeeper peeked outside, her heart sinking as she saw over ten robust men, poised as though ready to gut the house.

She waved her hands fretfully.

“My employer is still resting. Could you perhaps wait a little longer? Just until—”

“Wait for what?” Before she could finish, Joyce barged past her and barked at the movers, “Come in! What are you waiting for? We’ve been expecting you.”

The mover apologized promptly.

The traffic downtown was

dismissed their excuse with an irritated wave

details. Just get

led them into the living room, her gestures grand and commanding as she pointed to

that. And this. Oh, and that one over there too. The fish tank—yes, the

the items carefully before providing a

be slightly higher. If

fresh tales at g

waved them off dismissively, her tone dripping

the owner of the house for it

professional, began unpacking their equipment, ready to pack up

stepped forward in a last-ditch

can ask her first. If she consents, then fine, take what you like. But I’m just the housekeeper—I don’t have the authority to let this happen. If she comes downstairs to find her house stripped bare, what explanation am I supposed to give? Please, I

as the stepmother, and Joyce

sharp and cutting as her glare bore into

move these things.