Sonia stormed into the Anderson mansion late that night, her face tense with frustration, and her movements sharp. The stress from the day had worn her down, and she was on edge. The servants, who were usually quick to their tasks, scattered at the sight of her, knowing too well how she treated them. Sonia’s reputation for having a bad temper preceded her—she was known for her shouting, her impatience, and her disdain for anyone who didn’t meet her impossible standards. It was no wonder Caesar had kicked her out, arranging for her to live alone in the penthouse he paid for, away from the family mansion. But tonight, she was here, and that fact alone had the staff on edge.
Sonia spotted a servant lingering nearby, her eyes narrowing. "Why are you watching my face?" she snapped, her voice c
