Chapter 361: Chapter 361

Chapter 361:

“Ungrateful fools,” she muttered under her breath.

“Just you wait! Once I’m married into the Green family, I’ll make sure you all regret this.”

As for Rhys’ sudden proposal to Harlee? Etta scoffed internally, convinced that it was merely a strategic move by the Green family to preserve the Sanderson family’s dignity. In her mind, there was no way Rhys could genuinely have feelings for someone like Harlee.

Etta maintained a poised demeanor as she ascended to her room.

Climbing the staircase, she inadvertently caught snippets of the servants’ chatter.

“How long will Etta continue to sponge off the Sandersons?”

“I spotted her earlier, attempting to engage Brenton in conversation.

He outright ignored her. Unless she shamelessly hangs on, her days here are numbered.”

“She may be sweet and endearing, and Mrs. Sanderson seems fond of her, but with Miss Sanderson’s return, no charm will save her now.”

“Absolutely! Comparing Etta to Miss Sanderson? That’s absurd.”

“Indeed. I once believed Etta was Mrs. Sanderson’s preferred choice. We all walked on eggshells around her, fearing her displeasure.

But now that the true Miss Sanderson is back, it’s clear what genuine favor looks like.

Etta is merely cast aside, forgotten like discarded trash.”

“Miss Sanderson is truly a class apart. She’s always kind and never harsh like Etta, who flaunts a sense of superiority she hasn’t earned.”

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Despite overhearing their derisive laughter, Etta acted as if she heard nothing. She continued her ascent with grace. Reacting to these petty remarks was beneath her. In Etta’s mind, the harsh remarks were merely a testament to their envy. They were sick with jealousy over her chance to join the prestigious Green family.

Convinced of this, she dismissed the idea of engaging with their pettiness or wasting words on such people. She had already devised a flawless strategy.

When Rhys proposed to Harlee again, she would captivate him, ensuring her future as his wife. The title of Miss Sanderson? It meant nothing to her.

The following morning, a striking black-and-gold car glided to a stop outside the villa, drawing the astonished gazes of the household staff. They paused in their chores, forgotten, as they watched in amazement. The moment Rhys emerged, the staff hurriedly closed the gate, driven by a fear that even a moment’s delay would allow him to storm through.

“It’s a good thing I was quick on my feet. Kane was explicit that no member of the Green family should step foot here.

Had we left that gate unattended, we’d all be out of a job,” one of the older servants gasped, still trying to catch his breath.

The gatekeeper, aware of Rhys’ significant status and eager to maintain peace, approached him with careful diplomacy.

“Mr. Green, perhaps it would be best if you returned in a few days. Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson are still quite distressed and would prefer not to meet with you now.”

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