Chapter 41

Outside the gate, the tall security guard wore a miserable look and muttered, "Jasper, you've screwed me over big time... My job's gone for sure now." Jasper stood up straight, his eyes unwavering. "Then so be it. I didn't do anything wrong. If Mr. Fleming asks, just tell him it was all my doing. I'll take full responsibility." ***** Walking to the main house still took a bit of time. She stepped forward, her high heels clicking sharply on the polished marble steps. Before she even reached the door, a shrill, mocking female voice rang out from inside. "Oh wow, look who couldn't take a hint-turns out it's you." Delia looked up coldly. A woman stood there with her arms crossed, smirking as if she owned the place. That sneer on her face, that arrogant flicker in her eyes-it was Emma Quimby, the current housekeeper and Edward's loyal lackey. "What's with the drama? So it's really Delia gracing us with her presence," Emma said, standing tall on the porch, literally looking down her nose at