Chapter 151
It is not your damn business, OK?”
Wendy snarled with an eye roll.
“The rule is there for a reason. You just follow the rules. And stop asking silly questions.”
She took one more critical look at J and let out a snort, “Let me go fetch you a maid’s uniform.
You can’t wear your current clothes.”
Wendy left the room, grumbling someints.
J’s gaze fell back on that piece of paper, focusing on thest line.
The West corridor on the – floor.
Lance was the owner of this castle. It must have been he who made this rule.
So what was in the west corridor on the -4 floor that he didn’t want people to see?
Whatever it was, it must be something important to Lance.
She remembered that location at heart and decided to check it out sometimes.
Wendy returned shortly after with a maid uniform.
“Put this on.” she tossed the clothes on the floor and demanded.
The texture of that uniform was very raw, and it felt itchy against the skin.
J moved around ufortably in the clothes and scratched the back of her neck
Wendy noticed that and let out a sarcastic snort, “The lowly servant’s clothes don’t suite you, my
lady? Too bad but it is the only thing you are going to wear from now on… Wait a second!”
Her eyes caught something that just fell out of J’s cor.
“What is that?” she gasped, astonished.
“A golden locket,” J said tly.
It was a gift from Casper.
He gave this to her before she went to the Riverside Pack for the training.
Wendy gulped. A hint of greed flickered across her eyes.
“Y–You can’t wear this in the pce. It is against the rule!”
Wendy stuck out a hand, her palm facing up.
“I am confiscating it now.
J sneered, “What rule? I didn’t see such a rule on the wall.”
“I–It is a convention! The maids are not supposed to wear expensive jewelry in front of the masters.
Give it to me!”
She reached over to snatch the golden locket from J.
Yet J caught her hand hastily.
“It is mine,” J looked down at her icily.
Wendy’s lips trembled. A fearful look appeared on her face.
J’s iron grip was hurting her wrist… This woman was so powerful and strong!
No wonder that she could be the Gamma.
“Are we going to have a problem?” J asked.
“No…No. I am sorry.” Wendy stuttered.
J pped her hand away, “OK so now I am dressed. What is next?”
“Now we are going to have dinner and then I will assign you a room…This way.” They left the office
walked down the hallway and got to the dining hall.
This underground dining hall was a thousand times shabbier than the one upstairs where the
masters ate.
Because it was underground and there were no windows, the entire room was dark and dingy.
The floor, the chairs, and the table…everything seemed so dirty and sticky.
There was a thickyer of dirt and grease on the table surface as though it hadn’t. been washed in
decades.
J grabbed a tray and joined the line of maids taking food.
She could feel hostile resing from all directions. But she ignored all of them. When it was
her turn, the chef stared at her for a few seconds and then pushed a bowl of soup across the
counter.
J frowned.
But she clearly saw the others have cold slices of sandwich for dinner.
“What! Do you have a problem?” the chef howled, “Starve if you don’t like the soup!”
J looked down at the soup.
She could tell that it tasted horribly just by looking at it.
Eventually, she said nothing took that bowl of soup, and walked away.
She heard some nasty jeers behind her back.
Of course, no one would sit her during dinner. So she found a corner and sat down, taking a sip of
her soup.
She almost spat it out instantly.
The soup tasted like rotten eggs mixed with dirt. And she would not be surprised if there was the
chef’s spit in the soup.
J took a deep breath and pushed the bowl away.
She would definitely get sick if she had this. A stomachache would make her first day
tomorrow even worse.
Wendy came up to her after dinner.
She took a look at J’s untouched bowl of soup and giggled, “You don’t like your
meal?”
“You mean a bucket of slop?” J said coldly.
“Watch your tongue!” Wendy warned, “You are lucky enough that we feed you. If you want to starve
yourself, fine. Just don’t pass out tomorrow in front of the maters.”
With that said, she tossed J a room key.
“The key to your room. The room number is b13. Tomorrow’s gathering time is 5:00
a.m. Don’t fucking bete.”
Wendy walked away.
J didn’t want to stay in the dining hall and faced her disgusting bowl of soup. So she pushed the
chair away and left the room, going to find her room.
But she couldn’t find the room b13.
She searched the entire basement, from East to West. Yet there was no room b13. She tried to stop
someone in the hallway and asked them where this room was.
But nobody would talk to her.
Everyone just strode right past her as though she didn’t exist.
She wandered around for nearly an hour. All the maids and servants had finished. dinner and went
back to their separate rooms.
Eventually, before the light in the hallway went out, J found where room b13
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was.
But it was not exactly a room, more like a utility closet where they kept the mops, located right next
to the public toilet.
There was a small, handwritten sign on the door which said “b13.” And J was pretty sure that
the sign wasn’t there before today.
No wonder she missed it earlier.
She opened the door with her key and found that the closet was even smaller than she thought.
The space was not even enough for a grownup to lie t.
And there was no bed. Just a patched, crumpled, dirty nket tossed on the floor.
J picked it up.
The nket was still wet, and it smelt horribly. As though someone just used it to mop the toilet
floor.
J’s chest rose in rage.
She grabbed the nket and turned around, hurrying down the hallway.
She found Wendy’s dorm and banged on the door with her fist.
“Come out!” she snarled.
The door opened a crack after a few seconds and Wendy stared at her warily through
the crack
“You shouldn’t wander around in the hallway It is hadtime alreadu
J showed her the nket, “This is all I find in my so–called room. Where is my bed?”
Wendy replied with a nervous smile, “We don’t have any extra beds. Get used to it alright? I am
going to sleep now. Don’te and knock again.”
She was about to close the door. But J held the door panel and stopped her.
“I won’t look for troubles. But I certainly will not let the others bully me.” J said in a freezing
voice. “Find me a proper room with a decent bed. Or, I am taking your room instead.”
Wendy quivered for a brief moment and then snarled, “I am your fucking supervisor! Learn about
your ce! You are not ady anymore! Fuck!”
J grabbed her cor and pulled her out of the room.
“That is right. I am not ady.” J stared straight into her fearful eyes. “Ady doesn’t punch
people. But I will.”
Wendy shivered even more violently. And then she suddenly started screaming:
“-Help! Help! The crazy bitch is attacking me! Somebody help!!!”
Doors flew open in the hallway and a lot of maids stuck their heads out to look.
When they found that J had Wendy’s cor in her hand, they all rushed out screaming and
came at J.
Someone pulled J’s hair. And another one scratched her face.
J gritted her teeth in frustration.
She could easily take down all those women if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to harm any of
these girls and certainly didn’t want to turn this into a dogfight.
Right at this very moment, a husky voice came from the end of the hallway: “Wow. What is going on
here?”
All the girls jerked around simultaneously.
A tall and muscr figure was leaning against the wall with a smile on his lips. His golden hair was
as bright as the sunshine even u