Sheila's face revealed a smug grin when she saw Devin looking shocked and emphasized again, "That's right, just as you heard, I'm the real Mrs. Blanchet here! You lot of servants should obey my commands!"
Devin, usually well-traveled and composed, couldn't help but laugh in the face of Sheila's overwhelming confidence.
The few housemaids around also couldn't help but chuckle.
Sheila wasn't comfortable with their laughter. She frowned and glared, "Hey, what are you laughing at? Everything I said is true!"
Devin managed to suppress his laughter, clear his throat, and regain his usual dignified and polite demeanor.
"Sorry, if you're still half-asleep today, there are a few guest rooms on the first floor of the Blanchet family home. Maybe you can pick one and get some rest?"
"You..."
Seeing that Devin didn't give her the slightest face, Sheila felt both angry and helpless, "Hmph, I can't explain everything to you right now, and I don't have time to mess with you clueless servants! Just wait; you'll regret this sooner or later!"
Devin and the servants around him didn't feel at all pressured. They looked at her with a gaze that was as tolerant as one might look at a madman.
Sheila gritted her teeth in anger, lifted her head, and glared at Ellinor on the second floor, who looked indifferent.
"Ellinor, aren't you coming down yet? How long do you want us to wait for you downstairs?!"
"Devin, you guys go on first! I can handle my 'family' by myself."
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