Joyce Hughes was so infuriated by her words that she felt pain in her chest, with flames burning inside her, wishing she could rush over and rip apart her casual and arrogant face.
"Tut tut."
Tiana Thorne sighed again, stretched lazily, her gaze becoming more mischievous: "No need to look at me like that. I won't settle your wages for you."
Joyce suddenly felt a chill in the air, and in that instant, she realized she had almost admitted to everything earlier.
If so, Fourth Master would never forgive her for the rest of his life...
She cried, tears falling as if she had suffered a great grievance: "Tiana Thorne, you are falsely accusing me. I have never done such things. You are trying to drive a wedge between the Fourth Master and me."
"Feelings?"
Tiana Thorne seized on her sore spot, lazily smiling, seeming half-joking and half-serious in mockery: "Are they master-servant feelings or brother-sister affection?"
There was no romantic affection.
