Chapter 109

Only after receiving a reply did her expression ease slightly.

She stared down at the shattered glass, her brows knitting in irritation. A moment later, she called for one of the maids.

The maid hurried in, tense and cautious, eyes flicking nervously toward Tessa as she cleaned. Grace might not have noticed, but she had. After working here for so long, the maid had grown used to the young lady’s temper–it was as unpredictable as the weather.

On bad days, it wasn’t unusual for Tessa to break things. It happened often enough. She’d even heard that a few younger staff members were brought to tears by Tessa more than once. That was exactly why Tessa preferred hiring older maids. The younger ones didn’t have the nerves or the tolerance for her temper.

As the maid quietly finished sweeping up the shards of glass, Tessa said coolly, as if nothing had happened, “I dropped it by accident. Got it?”

“Of course, Miss Tessa. Just glad you didn’t cut your hand.”

Only then did Tessa give a satisfied nod and wave her off. She’d kept this particular maid around because she had a keen sense of when to speak and when to stay silent. She never asked questions and never stepped out of line. And most importantly, she wouldn’t run to Grace and ruin the carefully crafted image Tessa had built.

Once the door shut behind the maid, Tessa picked up her phone again and typed out a message. “I don’t care what you have to do–just make sure she’s humiliated. As long as it’s enough to ruin her moment, that’s all I want.”

The other person hesitated but, knowing who she was, eventually agreed. Only then did Tessa smile and tuck her phone away, finally satisfied.

She threw herself onto the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling as a familiar face suddenly flashed through her mind–Joseph.

That man might just be a useful pawn. Since he had no idea who the real younger heiress of the Walton family was, then she would become the younger heiress. She could work with him, play her part, and use him to go after the real younger heiress of the Walton family. The thought alone made Tessa smile.

It was clever and bold, just the kind of game she liked. And once she decided something, she didn’t wait. She reached out to someone and quickly got her hands on Joseph’s contact information. They’d only crossed paths briefly last time; she hadn’t managed to get his number then.

Meanwhile, on Joseph’s side, he was still caught in a mess–frustrated and growing impatient. Despite all his efforts, he still hadn’t managed to track down the younger heiress of the Walton family.