Chapter 558


    Chapter 558


    Debbie ced everything she brought on the table, saying, "Mr. Jefferson asked me to buy these."


    Irene nced at it and said, "I see."


    "Take your time and get some proper rest," Debbie said and turned to leave.


    However, just as she reached the door, she stopped and turned again to look at Irene. “It seems that all


    you do is bother Mr. Jefferson.”


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    "And what about it?” Irene coolly retorted.


    "I''m positive that I''m so much morepetent than you at work, just as I would make for a better


    partner in a rtionship. At the very least, I won''t mess up time and time again, making Mr. Jefferson


    worry constantly.”


    lreen red at Debbie darkly-Debbie was definitely exceptional because she managed to stay with


    Isaac for so long.


    And having made her return now, she was much more direct with Irene.


    Irene thought that it was a good thing-it would at least spare the need for pretext, and she would not


    have to worry constantly about suddenly finding a dagger on her back.


    "I''ll y my role in helping Mr. Jefferson at his work. At least I would ease his stress at work."


    Debbie puffed her chest and reared her head, looking a lot less like a secretary as she dered that


    she would no longer y second fiddle.


    Irene would not have held this against her, but it was obvious now that Debbie was not going to submit


    this time.


    Nheless, she calmly told Debbie. "I''ll tell Isaac to give you a raise, don''t worry.”


    Debbie was left scowling, as if her deration was just to ask for money.


    Irene was clearly mocking her!


    "Mr. Jefferson only saves the best for me," she growled.


    "Oh, he’s quite nice."


    "Of course," Debbie said proudly.


    "You brought what he asked for. You can go now,” Irene snapped, not willing to waste her breath with


    Debbie.


    Debbie understood that Irene wanted her gone, and she smiled. "I won''t impose for now, then, but I''ll


    be back if Mr. Jefferson asks again."


    With that, Debbie turned and headed out the door, while Irene was left scowling.


    Debbie''s words left her ill at ease and wary.


    No longer content with her unrequited love, she had dered war on Irene herself?


    "Doggy," Tommy suddenly said, tugging at Irene’s hand.


    lrene''s gaze turned tender as she turned back to her child and she asked mildly, "You want a doggy,


    right?”


    As Tommy nodded, Irene called out, "Mrs. Watson?"


    Mrs. Watson arrived quickly, "Yes, ma’am?"


    "Ask the chauffeur to buy a small-sized dog for Tommy. Make sure it''s mild- natured, healthy, and


    suitable as a pet."


    "Okay," Mrs. Watson said, and stepped out of the house.


    When she found the chauffeur, she quickly said, "Jimmy, go buy a dog-”


    Debbie had not left, and she overheard them.


    Turning toward Mrs. Watson, she asked, “Who wants a dog?”


    "It''s Mrs. Jefferson," Mrs. Watson replied.


    "You can leave that to me. You might get the wrong one if you don''t know which breed to get.”


    Mrs. Watson thought that Debbie had always been efficient and diligent, and she thus agreed to it.


    "Thank you.”


    Debbie smiled and turned to leave, her smile fading as soon as she turned away, reced by an icy


    demeanor.


    Then, remembering something else, she turned and called out to Mrs. Watson. "Wait."


    "Is there something else?" Mrs. Watson asked.


    Debbie walked up to Mrs. Watson and said quietly, "Don''t tell anyone that I''m the one who bought the


    dog."


    Mrs. Watson was puzzled. "Why? Does that include Mrs. Jefferson?"


    Debbie nodded. "Yes. It''s no big deal-there''s no need to tell anyone.”


    Mrs. Watson was still puzzled, but nodded regardless, and retumed inside the mansion.


    "Have you spoken to the chauffeur?" Irene asked when she saw Mrs.


    Watson, and she turned toward her...