Every time Beatrice saw Agnes acting all nonchalant and playful, her emotions went haywire.
"Agnes, what the hell are you up to?"
Ever since Agnes showed up, Beatrice had felt uneasy.
Each time Beatrice saw Agnes' face, it was like a constant reminder that she's just a stand-in.
And after Agnes' arrival, she wasn’t even that anymore.
Agnes smirked, "I just enjoy making you uncomfortable."
With that, she headed into her room.
Beatrice stood outside, her fists clenched. She had to find a way to get Agnes out.
Just then, Hammer came up, "Ms. Beatrice, has Ms. Agnes upset you again?"
Beatrice replied, "I don't want to see Agnes in this house tomorrow. I don't care how you do it, but she needs to be gone."
With that, Beatrice headed downstairs.
Agnes, in her room, was half-asleep, waking up late in the evening, awakened by one of the house's servants.
She woke up with a headache.
This damn cold.
As Agnes opened her door, the servant stood there, saying, "Hammer wants to replace Ms. Agnes' bed with a new wooden one. We don't have any hard beds in the villa, but there are a few wooden ones in the side building. Hammer asked Ms. Agnes to come with me to pick one, so we can switch it to the guest room."
Agnes waved her hand dismissively, "It’s okay, no need to change it."
"But I can't do that, it's my job to follow Hammer's orders. If I don't do it right, Hammer will fire me." The servant pleaded and insisted.
Not wanting to be a pain, Agnes followed the servant to the side building.
She initially just wanted to pick any random bed, but this servant insisted on showing her every room.
With a throbbing headache, Agnes reluctantly followed.
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