The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon by Cheryl Rice

Chapter 107

Harriet and Opal were busy in the kitchen.

While Delbert was still slumbered, Colleen had orchestrated a group. of supportive servants to mock and taunt Harriet outside.

“Madam, you’ve done all this cooking yourself. Don’t go complaining to Mr. Delbert låter, saying we mistreated you!”

“Yeah, everyone saw it. We didn’t bully Miss Harriet on purpose. She insisted on cooking!” echoed a maid

Colleen deliberately spoke in undertones, avoiding direct malice. She aimed to ensure Delbert couldn’t accuse her of mistreatment, thus preventing her eviction from the villa

She planned to hold out until her daughter arrived on the island. Eventually, she hoped Harriet would be ousted, while she would rise to wealth and power.

Colleen puffed up with pride, pleased with her scheme. Her chattering voices irritated Harriet, disrupting her work.

Harriet, assisting Opal in vegetable cutting, intended to make chicken soup to nourish Delbert.

Initially not skilled at cooking, she struggled now due to Colleen’s

harassment.

Outside, the onlookers laughed, disregarding Harriet’s position as the

household’s hostess.

wait, I’ll help you shut them up!” Opal, unable to bear it

to confront them Unable to bear it

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small hand

her eyes filled with determination and

cleverness.

indicated her

halted her actions, returning to cooking as Harriet continued chopping vegetables,

rift with Delbert seemed to have given them the idea that she’d soon be out of favor,

didn’t assert her dominance today,

her name.

her neck, she skillfully twirled the sharp knife in

all the resentment and hatred she had accumulated from being bullied by

smirked, darting a look

fingertips. At the same time, her other hand into action, swiftly picking up a fruit knife from the shelf and thr init with tightning speed.

seemingly light movements carried an unstoppable force.

Colleen’s face, ccussing her to scream in fear and retreat repeatedly.

in her head. She looked up in hooraponly to find that her ponytail had been neatly cut off by the hovenog fruit knife, which