Chapter 2461: Corinne's Misunderstanding
Night of Destiny
Shirley shook her head. âNo, Iâm just moving to a different place.â
Corinne wasnât interested in where she was going to live next. Just then, a shuttle bus pulled up, and
Shirley placed her luggage on board and got on. Corinne planned to walk, but the driver called out to
her, âCorinne, get in.â
âIâm heading to Mr. Flintstoneâs residence,â she said.
âIâm taking Imogen there too. Hop on,â the driver said. Shocked, Corinne looked at Shirley, realizing
that when she said she was moving to a different place, she meant moving into Zachariasâ residence.
She immediately got on the bus, her eyes fixed firmly on Shirley. âYouâre going to live at Mr. Flintstoneâs
place?â
Shirley could see the envy in Corinneâs expression. However, she had no intention of boasting; instead,
she felt helpless. She simply nodded. âYes, it was Mr. Flintstoneâs idea.â
At once, Corinneâs chest heaved, and she bit her lip before snorting in Shirleyâs direction. âYouâre quite
something, huh?â She believed that Shirley had used some means to captivate Zacharias behind her
back, and that was why he was giving her special treatment.
Though Shirley knew that Corinne had misunderstood, she chose not to explain and just furrowed her
brow.
Upon arriving at Zachariasâ residence, Shirley got off the bus, and Corinne stood by her side. As the
shuttle bus departed, Corinne spoke in a serious tone. âStop right there, Imogen.â
Shirley had no choice but to stop and look at Corinne, feeling that she had somehow provoked her.
At this moment, Corinne seemed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, displaying a touch of
aggressiveness. âHow did you make Mr. Flintstone notice you? What tricks did you use? Or did you
seduce him when I wasnât around?â She voiced her suspicions.
In her eyes, she was no less than Shirley in every way, so why would Zacharias show interest in her?
Shirley had to have done something behind the scenes.
Hearing that, Shirley was at a loss for words. The feeling of being wrongly accused is so unpleasant.
She gave Corinne a sharp, piercing look. âAre you done?â
Corinne was taken aback by her gaze and snorted. âDonât let me catch you doing anything wrong, or I
wonât let you off.â
With that, she entered the house first, and Shirley followed her. Shirley took her luggage to the second
floor, where there was a guest room reserved for visitors. Since Zachariasâ master bedroom and his
study were on the third floor, the entire third floor became his operational territory. Considering that,
Shirley chose to stay on the second floor.
Meanwhile, Corinne went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Zacharias. The less she received his
attention, the harder she worked. She wanted to outshine Shirley and make him see how good she
was.
After a quick unpacking, Shirley decided to go to the third floor to inform Zacharias that she had moved
in. She had felt his displeasure the night before when she had rejected him. Indeed, having been
accustomed to being in a position of power for a long time, he is no longer used to being rejected.
She went up to the third-floor foyer, and as she turned the corner, she suddenly saw a man sitting in
the third-floor living room. He was dressed in a loose-fitting black robe, with the belt hanging loose in
the middle. Water droplets were falling from the tips of his hair, sliding down his strikingly handsome
face, down to his jawline, and further down onto his exposed abdominal muscles. He lounged on the
couch, exuding an air of relaxed nonchalance.
At once, she covered her eyes and turned around. She didnât expect him to dress like this. âGood
morning, Mr. Flintstone.â She greeted him.
âHave you moved in?â he asked directly. With a nod, she answered, âIâve brought my luggage to the
guest room on the second floor.â
âGood,â he simply replied.
âIâll go downstairs to work now,â she said before hurrying to the foyer. On the way, she couldnât help but
let out a sigh of relief. The image she had just seen wouldnât leave her mind.
After that, she went to do her cleaning tasks. Even though they were repetitive, they couldnât be
neglected.