“Madam Nenito, isn't it because the First Young Master is disabled that you are allowed to enter Drkov's house?”As soon as the maid heard Mrs. Nenito sarcastically teasing Daisy, she couldn't help but remind her.
“That's right, if Atlas wasn't disabled, how could something like you be worthy of entering Drkov's house? You've only been a bride for less than a month, relying on your status as First Lady to show off. I tell you, I'm here, don't be arrogant with me, you uneducated, unpolite bastard. If your mother can't teach you, I will teach you how to be a daughter-in-law on behalf of your mother."
The more excited Mrs. Nenito seemed to be, the more she cursed, constantly cursing Daisy about all sorts of things.
Daisy stood in the middle of a large room decorated with lavish neon lights,
