Chapter 196 Ivy Makes Things Difficult for Claire

Just then, Melinda's phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Vincent.

"Hey, Vincent."

As soon as she answered, she heard Vincent's anxious voice, "Melinda, have you seen Kaia? She didn't come home last night, and I can't get ahold of her."

"What?" Melinda was shocked. "I didn't see her last night."

After hanging up, Melinda was filled with worry.

She couldn't help but wonder if Kaia was in danger.

At that moment, Kaia was lying in Rhett's bed. She groggily opened her eyes and saw Rhett beside her. Everything that happened last night was her choice, and she had no regrets...

After a night of excitement and noise, the extended Thomas family gradually left, leaving only a few people in the villa.

Gwyneth was one of them.

She wore a simple, elegant dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and a fresh, natural smile on her face.

Unlike the other relatives who were eager to leave, she chose to stay and spend more time with Larry.

In the evening, Larry gathered all the women for dinner.

The dining room was brightly lit, and the table was filled with delicious food.

Gwyneth sat next to Larry, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

During the meal, Gwyneth took out some sketches she had drawn and showed them to Melinda and the others. "These are my recent drawings. What do you think?" Her tone was modest.

Melinda carefully examined the sketches. "Gwyneth, these are amazing! The lines are smooth and unique, very captivating." She praised sincerely.

"Really? I just enjoy doodling," Gwyneth replied with a humble smile. "I'm still far from being a professional artist."

After dinner, everyone moved to the living room.

Gwyneth sat at the piano and played a beautiful melody.

Her fingers danced across the keys, each note seeming to come alive, floating and swirling in the air.

Everyone applauded and praised her, "Gwyneth, that was wonderful! Truly talented!"

Larry beamed with pride. "Our Thomas family is full of talent!"

Brielle also humbly responded to the compliments and flattery from everyone.

Three days later, the remaining guests gradually left the beautiful island.

Melinda and Raymond accompanied Larry back to the Thomas Villa, and everything returned to its usual tranquility.

Sam went back to school to continue his studies.

Raymond threw himself back into his demanding work. Melinda, now with some free time, began to enjoy this rare period of leisure.

That night, after a boat ride, Dennis couldn't stop thinking about Claire standing alone at the bow, the sea breeze gently blowing her hair and dress. He realized he had developed feelings for her.

Dennis stood by the window, gazing deeply into the distance.

Claire, too, couldn't stop thinking about their moments together, especially their intimate encounter on the beach.

She knew she had special feelings for Dennis.

Back in Shadow City, Dennis bought a villa near Raymond's place, planning to settle there.

Claire, unable to return home because of Dennis, reluctantly followed him to the new villa.

The villa was elegant, surrounded by lush trees and blooming flowers.

Dennis hired a top etiquette coach to teach Claire manners and social skills.

Claire noticed that feng shui masters frequently visited the villa, which piqued her curiosity. However, she didn't delve into it, understanding that everyone has their own secrets and beliefs.

One day, while giving Dennis a massage, Claire sneezed, accidentally spraying him. Startled, she quickly grabbed a wet towel to wipe his face, apologizing profusely. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Dennis!"

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Dennis frowned slightly but, seeing it was Claire's towel, didn't mind too much. "Just don't let it happen again," he warned.

At that moment, Dennis's phone rang. After listening for a while, his expression changed slightly.

He hung up and looked at Claire. "My sister's moving in. Make sure you do your job properly and don't overstep."

Claire was taken aback. Sister? She wondered about this 'sister's' identity, feeling a surge of unease.

She wanted to say something but ultimately just nodded silently.

That night, at Shadow City's private airport, a plane landed smoothly.

The door opened, and Ivy Price emerged, surrounded by bodyguards and servants.

She wore a pale yellow dress, her long hair flowing, exuding elegance. A Rolls-Royce Phantom waited by the plane. She got in, her face cold and aloof.

An hour later, Ivy arrived at the villa.

Seeing Claire at the door, she paused.

She looked Claire up and down, then asked, "Who are you?"

Claire politely replied, "I'm Mr. Gonzalez's maid, Claire."

Ivy nodded and said no more.

She walked into the villa and, upon seeing Dennis, immediately clung to his arm, her

face lighting up with a smile. "Dennis!"

Dennis's usual cold expression remained as he introduced Claire. "This is Ivy."

Ivy's eyes flashed with curiosity.

She felt there was something different about this maid but couldn't pinpoint what it

was.

She waved her hand, dismissing her own servants, and pointed at Claire. "You, take my luggage upstairs."

Claire was stunned, feeling a surge of anger.

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But she held it in, knowing she had to follow orders as a maid.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the luggage.

Seeing the three large green suitcases, she was shocked. Was Ivy planning to stay long-term? It seemed like she had moved her entire home.

She tried to lift one but couldn't budge it.

Embarrassed, she looked at Dennis, her clear eyes pleading for help.

Dennis smiled slightly, walked over, and easily lifted the suitcase, carrying it upstairs.

Ivy watched in surprise.

Her gaze shifted between Dennis and Claire, finally settling on Claire with a hint of displeasure.

"Claire, if you can't even carry a suitcase, what use are you?" Ivy said coldly, her tone full of disdain.

Claire bit her lip, feeling a wave of unjustified frustration.

She was about to defend herself when Dennis interrupted.

"Enough, Ivy. Why make things difficult for a maid? She's just a girl," Dennis said with a

hint of authority.

Ivy stared at Dennis, trying to read his expression.

But Dennis's calm demeanor gave nothing away.

Claire seized the moment. "Ms. Price, if you think I'm useless, can I at least get my paycheck for this month?" Her tone was defiant.

Ivy was taken aback, then sneered. "You want your paycheck? Fine, but first, you need

to iron these clothes." She opened a suitcase and dumped a pile of wrinkled clothes in front of Claire.

Claire looked at the clothes, feeling a mix of emotions.

She had never done such chores before, having grown up with a dozen servants at home who did the ironing.

She tried to iron the clothes, but lost in thought, she accidentally burned her hand. She yelped in pain, dropping the iron and rushing to run her hand under cold water.