Tangled with Brothers

Chapter 6 Threaten Him

"I didn't!" Miranda quickly denied it, fearing that any delay would make Lawrence misunderstand her further.

"Didn't?" Lawrence clearly didn't believe her, tugging at the bow on the back of her maid's dress with a tone that suggested doubt. "Then explain, what's going on here?"

Why would she come to his room so early in such a provocative outfit if not to seduce him?

How could such a scheming woman be allowed to stay around Andrew?

"It was your people who mistook me for the new maid and had me deliver breakfast to you!" Miranda explained briefly, not wanting to get entangled in a long argument.

Lawrence scoffed coldly, "Even if it's an excuse, you should come up with a better one."

How could his people mistakenly take her for the new maid and have a new maid deliver his breakfast?

He didn't believe that such a coincidence could happen.

Miranda met Lawrence's cold gaze and felt a surge of helplessness.

She was being foolish. After that night, Lawrence already had a prejudice against her, so how could he easily believe her explanation?

"If you don't believe me, you can call the person in charge of the maids and ask!"

Lawrence examined Miranda expressionlessly.

She lifted her chin and stood firmly, and he began to doubt his judgment.

Lawrence thought, "Could it be that my people really made a mistake?"

Lawrence pondered for a few seconds but still wouldn't easily trust Miranda's words. He decided to verify the matter.

"You're not allowed to leave!" he ordered.

Miranda raised her hand, making a "please" gesture, inviting him to verify the situation.

Lawrence walked over to the coffee table, glanced at the coffee and sandwich, then picked up his phone and called Monica. "Come up here."

With a simple command, he hung up the phone, leaving Miranda in the living room while he went to get dressed.

With Lawrence gone, Miranda felt the air instantly fresher.

Five minutes later, Monica arrived at Lawrence's room.

Lawrence was dressed in a black shirt and trousers, looking every bit the gentleman as he sat on a deep brown leather sofa, while Miranda stood in an inconspicuous corner.

Monica glared at Miranda with dissatisfaction. "I just asked you to deliver breakfast. What kind of service is this?"

Lawrence was a gentleman and always treated his staff kindly. Monica thought that delivering breakfast was a simple task, and she didn't expect the "new maid" to mess it up, but here she was being called out and scolded.

Clearly, she thought Miranda didn't understand the rules and had offended Lawrence.

Monica respectfully bowed and apologized to Lawrence, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence. I'll take this new maid and educate her properly right away."

Lawrence crossed his legs elegantly, his gaze cold as he looked at Monica, asking, "Miss Dixon, who did you say she is?"

Monica looked somewhat puzzled and glanced back at Miranda, replying, "She's the new maid starting today."

Miranda breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

Thankfully, Monica told the truth and cleared her name.

Lawrence's smile, which had been lingering, vanished abruptly as he angrily questioned Monica, "How did my guest become a new maid?"

Monica was startled. "Your guest?"

She quickly scrutinized Miranda more carefully.

Miranda's plain appearance was worlds apart from her glamorous look in the evening gown from last night. Monica didn't immediately recognize her as Mr. Andrew's companion from the banquet, the pianist who had stunned everyone with her performance of the "E Minor Concerto."

Realizing she had mistaken Miranda's identity, Monica bowed and apologized, "Miss Larson, I'm truly sorry. You're a distinguished guest, and I wrongly took you for a maid."

If it weren't for being put on the spot by Lawrence, Miranda wouldn't have been too concerned about being mistaken for a maid.

After all, she had indeed worked as a maid before to pay for her tuition.

"It's fine," Miranda responded politely.

Lawrence didn't like owing anyone, and besides, he had indeed misunderstood her.

"This time, it was my staff's negligence that caused you trouble. If you need any compensation, just let me know."

Miranda looked at the cold man sitting on the sofa and, after a moment of consideration, said, "Actually, I don't need any compensation."

She raised her injured, bandaged right hand and said, "You've arranged for a doctor to treat my injury and allowed me to stay here to recover. It should be me who owes you. If possible, I'd like to help Miss Dixon with some of her work as a way to cover my living expenses for the next two months here."

Hearing this, Lawrence coldly laughed in disbelief. "You mean, you actually want to work as a maid to repay me?"

Miranda nodded. "That's one way to look at it."

Lawrence thought, "What on earth is this woman thinking?"

At that moment, Lawrence couldn't figure Miranda out at all.

Here was a perfect opportunity for compensation. She didn't ask for money or resources, only to work as a maid to offset her living expenses at the Dawson family.

"No way!" Lawrence rejected her offer without hesitation.

The Dawson family was not so poor that they couldn't afford to support a woman.

Miranda didn't like being in debt, especially not to Lawrence.

Lawrence already looked down on her. Continuing to accept his favors made her uncomfortable.

"If Mr. Dawson is unwilling to agree to my request, then I'll refrain from staying at the Dawson family any further."

Lawrence lifted his eyes and stared at Miranda, his eyes suddenly cold and chilling.

"Miranda, do you dare to threaten me?"