My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 856

Chapter 856

Back at the second-floor master bedroom with an independent bathroom. Mireille was vigorously rubbing every inch of her skin with. a bath sponge until her smooth and fair skin turned bright red from

the friction. No matter how much she scrubs herself, she still felt

dirty.

“Ah!” Mireille roared in frustration and flung the bath sponge to the ground. She fell to the ground, hugging her knees as she wept with

pain.

After spending an hour in the bathroom, she dragged her sore legs to

the bedside, put on her clothes, and then left the room to go.

downstairs. There were only two maids in the house, both around 40

years old and with impeccable faces resembling numb robots.

Mireille accidentally stepped on the mop and tilted backward. She let

out a cry as one of the maids quickly stepped forward and bent down

to catch her before she fell to the ground.

“Miss Tanner, I… I’m sorry, I was negligent!” the maid said as si

helped her up, apologizing nervously.

“Don’t blame yourself. I was careless and stepped on the mop.”

Mireille smiled gently.

“Please, don’t tell the boss!” the man pleaded, her voice trembling

She seemed afraid that her boss would replace out about this.

“I won’t say anything!” Mireille smiled slightly in return.

Her fall had been planned to test the two and indeed, they were

martial artists. The Duerson family’s influence was so vast that even

the hired maids were martial artists.

“I’ll get back to work then.” The maid picked up the mop from the

floor and resumed her duties.

Mireille sat down on the sofa and asked, “Where did Duncan and the

others go?” T

“We dare not inquire about the boss’s whereabouts,” the maid replied.

“Did he instruct you on anything?” Mireille asked again.

“The boss told us to take good care of you and mentioned that you

are free to come and go from this place.”

Mireille nodded with a smile. “I’m a bit hungry, could you please

prepare something for me to eat?”

At that, the maid immediately turned around and headed for the

kitchen while the other went outside with the bucket.

Mireille opened the coffee table drawer, took out a small bag of tea leaves, and grabbed a disposable cup to fill it with water from the dispenser. After brewing the tea, she sat on the other side of the sofa

and observed the room for any hidden cameras while blowing on her

tea. Despite Duncan seemingly letting his guard down, Angelica had

warned her about his cautious nature. So, she must be extremely

careful when it comes to dealing with him.

After a thorough search, she did not replace any cameras in the room. Mireille placed the cup on the table, then stretched lazily before standing up. Just as she was about to turn around, her feet suddenly gave way, causing her to fall to the ground. In the process, she

accidentally knocked over the teacup.

The maid in the kitchen heard the commotion and rushed out. When she saw Mireille on the ground, the expression on her face

immediately changed. She quickly approached her and asked if she

was okay.

One of Mireille’s hands was already red from the hot tea, but she paid it no heed. Instead, she tore some tissues and wiped up the tea on

the table that had already flowed toward the drawer.

“Miss Tanner, let me handle this for you!” The maid’s face turned pale.

Mireille opened the drawer, took out some paper documents, shook them, and carefully wiped away the tea on the files. “I don’t want to trouble you,” she said lightly and noticed a white package at the very back of the drawer through the corner of her eye.

The maid helped Mireille onto the nearby sofa and blew on Mireille’s red hand. “It’s over, it’s over. The boss will definitely kill me when he

comes back!” the maid said, trembling.

“It’s not that serious. I burned myself by accident,” Mireille re

nervously.

The maid realized her slip-up and quickly corrected herself. mean is when the boss sees your hand, he will surely feel bad fo

Mireille was the boss’s woman and she should be building a pos

image for the boss in front of her.

an

The woman in question only smiled sweetly. “I’m fine. Hurry up a make something for me to eat!”

The maid then recalled the frying pan on the stove. Face pale, she ran

to the kitchen.

Sitting on the sofa, Mireille pushed the drawer back in She still did

not know how many people were there at the Duerson residence

Even if she managed to get her hands on the Eight-Part Scepter, it

was uncertain if she could even get away.