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Chapter 490

Estelle picked her up, threw her on the floor, and glanced at the people in the room. They immediately

got busy

In less than half an hour, the room was cleaned and the stove in the kitchen was sparkling.

These people had never done any housework, so unless a person is pushed to the edge, they really

don’t know what talents they have and how great their potential is! After they were done, everyone

lined up neatly

Jonathan leaned against the door frame, looking at these people dressed oddly, with swollen noses

and bruised faces, terrified like punished elementary school students. Estelle, with an innocent and

delicate face, looked more like a gentle and kind girl next door.

The strange scene somehow made people want to laugh.

Estelle asked Emily to check all the rooms.

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After taking a tour, Emily came back and said, “It’s pretty clean.”

Estelle nodded to everyone and said, “Get lost!”

The group immediately ran off.

In the blink of an eye, the house fell into silence, and Mathilda retreated to a comer, fear etched across

her face Estelle remained silent, not bothering to return to her room. Estelle paid no further attention to

Mathilda, only instructing Emily to contact her if any issues arose. Then she departed with Jonathan.

Once Estelle was gone, Emily approached Mathilda and calmly stated, “From now on, I’ll handle the

cleaning duties on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You’ll be responsible for Tuesdays,

Thursdays, and Saturdays. Sundays will be our designated day of rest.”

Mathilda still visibly shaken by the encounter with Estelle, slowly stood up and whispered with her head

bowed, “As you wish”

After that, she turned around and went back to her room.

In a short while, the sound of Mathilda crying came from her room

Emily was startled, not knowing whether Mathilda was crying because she was scared by Estelle or

because her boyfriend didn’t do anything when she was in danger! She shook her head slightly, turned

off the living room lights, and went back to her room.

She sat on the bed for a while before noticing the birthday gifts on the table. The small box was from

Estelle and Jonathan. She opened it and found a delicate and valuable GK Jewelry Studio necklace

inside.

Emily carefully put it away and continued to unwrap Charlie’s birthday gift

The box was big and well–packaged. Emily needed some effort to open it. When she took out the dust–

proof covered Lego castle from the box, she was stunned for a while.

It was her dream castle, which amazed her because Charlie had assembled it himself as a gift for her!

There was also a birthday card. Emily picked it up, unfolded it, and saw the beautiful font

“We built a castle for you, may you have no more storms in your life!

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Emily was surprised, and a strong feeling of affection flooded her. She smiled but tears fell pressing the

card to her chest, trying to suppress the unfamiliar emotion.

She used to be sad because of her family but now she felt lucky because of Charlie and Estelle

On the way back to the Royal Mansion, Jonathan focused on driving while Estelle stared out the

window, lost in thought

It wasn’t until they arrived at the Royal Mansion that Estelle realized Jonathan hadrit said a word since

they left Emily’s house.

The two got out of the car and entered the elevator together

Estelle glanced at the tall, manly figure next to her and hesitated to say something

As they entered the house and before turning on the lights, Jonathan suddenly grabbed her shoulder,

pinning her to the wall in the dark and kissing her.

The room was dim, with only the cold moonlight coming in through the window.

Estelle tilted her head back a little, closed her eyes, and held his lean waist, passionately responding.