Unmasked
At the sound of approaching footsteps, the three or four servants standing under the tree immediately fell silent.
Seeing that it was Amanda and the young master, their faces tensed with unease.
Amanda also spotted Emma among the group.
Emma, upon seeing her, wore a mocking smirk on her aged face. She was still cracking sunflower seeds, deliberately spitting the shells on the ground with exaggerated force—clearly putting on a show for Amanda.
Amanda had expected something like this to happen. People were always so fickle. When you were poor and without status, those who looked down on you would treat you like dirt. But the wealthy were always fawned over and worshipped.
“What were you saying?” Mark’s cold, childish voice pierced through the air, eerily similar to Benjamin’s
