The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)
The Second Act 322

Chapter 322

Cece's sharp, biting voice rained down on the maid, causing her shiver uncontrollably as she hung her head, her shoulders trembling violently. By now, everyone in Garrison Mansion knew Jackson had brought back a little girl from some remote village and he treated her with exceptional care. Nobody was allowed to slight her or look down on her, and everybody had to treat her as if she were the lady of the house. It was Jackson's express order. So, with the way Cece was presently strutting around, acting all high and mighty as if she owned the place, nobody dared to even breathe too loudly. After all, this was the guest Jackson had instructed to treat with the utmost respect.

"I really don't think any of this food is good..." Cece pouted, lowing her gaze while she spoke. Despite the table being laden with food, she just wasn't feeling it. Mostly because she hadn't seen Jackson. Without seeing him, she couldn't even muster up an appetite to eat. "What are you all still doing here?" Gece, feeling frustrated and anxious, couldn't help but want to take it out on the maids before her, "You're disturbing my meal, now get out of my sight

Hearing the command, the maids, obedient as ever, started to file out of the dining room. But at the door-a tall, slender figure blocked their way. It was Oneida, standing coldly at the entrance, her gaze icy and forbidding. "Mrs. Bane..." On seeing Oneida, the maids couldn't help but widen their eyes, surprise flickering there for a moment.

Oneida, however, kept her lips tightly sealed, saying nothing because her gaze was fixed firmly on Cece. Cece, for her part, was also acutely aware of Oneida. She raised her eyes, watching the young woman intently. Just yesterday, when she was a newcomer, she'd known nothing of Oneida's status. But after a bit of indirect probing and questioning around, she'd finally gotten the full picture. This girl was Jackson's wife! The lady of the house! The moment she heard, Cece was seething on the inside. She couldn't really say why she felt so furiously angry. A mix of frustration and bitterness surged in her heart, fueling her dislike for Oneida, which instantly peaked to the utmost. Her predisposed dislike for Oneida, now armed with knowledge of her status, turned into outright loathing. "What are you doing here?" Cece got up from her chair, tilting her chin up defiantly as she stared at Oneida. Knowing who Oneida was didn't intimidate her in the least. She had her own leverage. Even though she had forgotten a lot of things, there were enough indications to show that she and Jackson must have shared something out of the ordinary in the past. She must mean something special to Jackson. That was where Cece drew her confidence from. Jackson would have her back.

Confronted by Cece's challenge, Oneida's cool demeanor turned even icier. She stepped past the crowd of maids and walked straight toward Cece, her beautiful features set in an expression of icy resolve, her eyes sharp as daggers. "This is my home, why shouldn't I be here?" Oneida's lips barely moved, her cool voice carrying a cutting edge as she spat the words out. Her chilly gaze was like a blade, directed straight at Cece.

"You..." Apparently intimidated by the forcefulness radiating from Oneida, Cece's face went pale; she found herself at a loss for words. But she quickly regained her composure. She thought With Jackson around, what do I have to fear? Their marriage could be in name only, not as rosy as it looked.' Fueled by this thought, Cece clenched her fists even tighter.

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