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    With that, Evie officially became my maid.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The moment Evie stepped into my house, she immediately began tending to the chores. Once she left, Alice moved closer and muttered cautiously, “Makenna, be wary of Evie. What if she’s just like Lily?”


    I responded with a light smile, “I can’t let one betrayal stop me from trusting others.”


    Alice still seemed perplexed by my choice. “Makenna, out of everyone, why pick Evie? Her red hair and eyes are quite unusual, and we werewolves typically shun such traits.”


    I looked toward the kitchen where Evie was busy cooking and replied with a smile, “Of all the servants, only Evie stood alone, looking lost and guarded. It struck me that someone like that wouldn’t be swayed easily.”


    My gaze softened and my voice lowered as I continued, “Moreover, Evie’s presence brings back memories of my early days here in the pce. I was bullied and constantly on edge, wary of everything and anyone around me.”


    At that, Alice let out a deep sigh and ceased her attempts to change my mind.


    My decision soon proved to be a wise one, as Evie demonstrated outstanding skills and dependability as a maid over the next several days.


    Her attention to detail, thoughtfulness, kindness, and gentle nature brought mefort.


    However, for some reason, Alice maintained her bias against Evie. She treated her with coldness whenever she visited and saw Evie around.


    Feeling powerless, I did my best to soothe Alice’s concerns.


    A few dayster, I sent Evie to collect some nutritional supplements provided by Leonardo. However, she was gone longer than expected and hadn’t yet returned.


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    I wondered, could the young girl have lost her way in the pce? Anxious, I set out with Alice to search for Evie.


    As we navigated the pce’s corridors, the distant, muffled sounds of a disturbance reached our ears. It was as if some people were arguing. Alice and I exchanged nces and hurried toward the source of themotion.


    Approaching the scene, we saw a circle of maids bullying a slim figure at its center, pushing and hitting her.


    That slim figure was Evie! She was encircled by the maids, clutching the package of supplements tightly, determined not to surrender them to those maids.


    “Evie, I suggest you hand over those supplements now, or I will be forced to snatch them!” dered Gwyn, the maid Molly had chosen, with a tone of arrogance. “Dying Molly’s nutritional supplements could spell trouble for you!”


    “Yeah, since Gwyn’s asking for it, you better hand it over! Those supplements are for Molly after all,” one of the other maids taunted confidently.


    However, Evie clung to the supplements even tighter, pressing them against her chest.


    The maids’ frustration boiled over, and Gwyn lifted her hand high, poised to hit Evie.


    “Stop!” Furious and unable to bear it any longer, I stormed toward them and shoved Gwyn back with force.


    My sudden appearance caught the maids off guard, and their smug expressions dissolved into shock.


    “Miss Dunn…” When Evie caught sight of me, tears streamed down her cheeks. A stark red mark from a p marred her face, fueling my rage beyond control.


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