Maisie Vaughn chimed in, "I don't care whose cat this is. Yvonne gave him to me, so take it up with her!"
"Ms. Yvonne!" the maid pleaded, looking at Yvonne in a panic. "Mr. Gonzalez trusted me to take care of Circe. If you give him away, I'm the one who'll get the blame!"
Circe's meows grew more pitiful as he paced anxiously inside the carrier, searching for an escape.
Yvonne's expression turned glacial. "What? Are you saying I don't even have the authority to get rid of a cat in my own home? You staff are all the same, blowing whichever way the wind favors. It's fine if you want to suck up to my brother, but don't think you can step on me to do it. Otherwise, you'll regret it!"
The maid stared at her in stunned silence. She used to think Yvonne was just a little arrogant, but her personality was becoming increasingly paranoid and sharp.
She was simply following orders to care for a cat. It was her job. What did that have to do with sucking up to or stepping on anyone?
But seeing the vicious look in Yvonne's eyes, the maid didn't dare utter another word.
Maisie chuckled dryly, sensing that this was no longer just about a cat. It was a power struggle between the Hanson siblings.
"I'm heading out, Yvonne!"
Maisie lifted the carrier and waved goodbye with a somewhat triumphant air.
"Go ahead," Yvonne said coldly. "Let's see if anyone dares to stop you."
After Maisie left, the maid frowned deeply. She excused herself, desperate to call Gonzalez and report what had happened.
Finding a quiet corner, she had just pulled out her phone when a shadow shifted behind her. An arm reached out and smacked the device right out of her hand.
Smack!
The phone hit the hard floor, its screen instantly shattering into a spiderweb of cracks.
The maid gasped and spun around.

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