Chapter 220 Femme Fatale
The maid hurriedly began to tidy up. She was well-trained, managing to clean thoroughly even in a rush. Her movements were swift and adept.
Amanda's voice followed like a shadow, counting down the minutes and seconds.
"Three minutes left."
"One minute."
"Twenty-five seconds."
"Five."
"Four."
"Three."
"Two."
As the maid finished wiping the last vase, she quickly placed it on the table, and then turned to leave. However, under the pressure of Amanda's countdown, her arm accidentally knocked the vase over.
The next second, the crisp sound of shattering echoed through the room.
The maid gasped, realizing the gravity of her mistake.
Anything from the White family was bound to be top-notch and expensive; it could take her years of work to pay off that vase.
"I'm so sorry, Amanda!" the maid apologized frantically.
Amanda strolled over in her slippers, unruffled, and glanced at the mess on the floor.
"How could you be so careless?"
"I'm really, really sorry!" The maid bowed her head, not daring to meet Amanda's gaze. However, Amanda just sighed lightly, "Oh well, it's not a big deal. Look how scared you are."
She casually pulled out two tissues, gently dabbing the cold sweat on the maid's forehead.
"Just clean up the shards, and we'll be good."
The maid looked up, her eyes brimming with tears of gratitude.
She thought the woman before her was as kind as an angel!
"I'll clean it up right away!"
She crouched down to pick up the broken pieces of the vase, but suddenly, a foot stomped down hard. The maid hadn't even reacted when her hand was forced to the ground, pierced by the jagged shards.
She screamed out in pain.
Amanda bent down slightly, her eyes coldly meeting the maid's.
"This vase was a gift from my father last year, very expensive too."
"It wouldn't be right if I didn't punish you a bit, would it?"
The maid looked up at her, terror written all over her face.
Blood dripped down from her palm, quickly staining the carpet red.
Amanda held her nose daintily and stepped back onto the swing.
"Hurry up and clean it."
"Yes."
The maid's right hand was torn, bleeding, and painful, but she didn't dare hesitate. She quickly swept the area and left as fast as she could.
Amanda, on the other hand, lazily swung on her swing.
She lifted her hand, holding a check between her delicate fingertips, holding it up to the light, pensive.
"All this money, and you still won't leave Eddy's side?"
"Holly Weiss, Luann Weaver."
"What should I do?"
The door was knocked.
Jenny walked in.
"How's it going, Amanda?"
Amanda handed her the check with a touch of melancholy.
I relayed your advice to Holly Weiss exactly as you told me, but she took it the wrong way and acted like I was patronizing her as if she were a beggar looking for handouts.
Jenny eyed the hefty sum on the check with a touch of envy.
"Can you believe this woman? She's clueless about the favors we're offering. We can't let her off the hook that easily!"
"You have no idea. Luann Weaver is a cunning one. It wouldn't surprise me if she's the one egging Holly Weiss on to reject your offer!"
Amanda felt a sting of sadness.
"Is that true?"
Jenny nodded, "Of course it's true! When have I ever lied to you? If we want Eddy to fall for you, we've got to take Luann Weaver out of the picture first. Without her support, Holly Weiss won't dare to butt heads with the Whites."
"It all boils down to Luann Weaver marrying into the Curtis family and thinking she can do whatever she wants with the Curtis family backing her, doesn't it?"
Amanda murmured in agreement.
"It seems to make sense."
A flash of vengeful spite sparkled in Jenny's eyes.
Her cousin had always been a bit naive, believing anything she was told.
And since Jenny was her closest confidante, Amanda always took her advice to heart.
Jenny couldn't confront Luann Weaver herself—not with those incriminating photos on that woman's phone.
But Amanda was different.
Part of the prestigious White family, she was untouchable—even by Luann Weaver.
"Amanda, this check’s already written out. It'd be a shame to tear it up, wouldn’t it?" Jenny asked.
Amanda softly replied, “Then consider it yours as thanks for all the advice you’ve given me.”
Inside, Jenny was overjoyed, but she replied modestly, “How could I accept that?”
“There’s no need for such words.” Amanda said softly, gently grasped her hand. “Besides, I still need your help figuring things out.”
"Don't worry, I’ve got everything under control!" Jenny reassured her, her voice brimming with confidence.
When Eddy got home, he couldn't escape a harsh scolding from his father, Joseph.
Joseph was in his face, hurling a string of nasty words.
Mrs. Nash tried to intervene, “It was your own misunderstanding, and yet you arranged that date for Eddy. Now that there’s trouble, you’re just blaming the kid.”
Eddy quickly took refuge behind Mrs. Nash, “Right, Dad, I already told you I have a girlfriend, but you still planned these things.”
“Now my relationship with my girlfriend isn’t as good as it was. I’m already being generous, not holding a grudge against you.”
Joseph raised his slipper, ready to bring it down on Eddy’s head.
“You rotten little brat talking back to your father?”
“I’m just stating the facts!”
"Who the hell knows if you're serious about this girl or just playing around? You've got more women in your life than clothes in your closet!"
Eddy cleared his throat quietly, "I'm serious this time."
"Bullshit!"
Mrs. Nash was caught in the middle, torn.
"Alright, alright, enough with the arguing. You two are giving me a headache," she interjected.
Hearing this, Joseph immediately quieted down.
Eddy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad, if you don't believe me, I can bring her over so you can meet her," he offered.
Mrs. Nash took Eddy's hand, "In all these years, Eddy's never brought a girl home. Maybe this time he's really serious."
Joseph's face darkened.
"What about the situation with the White family?" he asked.
"That's a tough one to explain," Eddy admitted.
After all, it was Joseph who had first broached the subject with the Whites.
You couldn't just initiate something and then destroy it, right?
Eddy scoffed, "You dug your own hole; you solved it."
Joseph pinched the bridge of his nose, looking distressed.
It was then that the butler stepped forward to announce.
"Mr. Nash, Amanda has arrived."
Joseph remarked, "Look at that, here to settle accounts, no doubt?"
Eddy appeared unfazed, "Let her in. I'm curious to see what kind of scene she'll make."
"Please go invite her in," Joseph instructed the butler.
After the butler stepped out, he soon returned.
"Mr. Nash, Myron Curtis is here as well."
Eddy's heart skipped a beat. He had explicitly told Luann Weaver not to inform Myron Curtis!
