Chapter 505 Power y in the Living Room

That’s when Owen finally spoke, scolding her: “Don’t let wealth corrupt your character. Bringing her here just to unt riches–don’t you think that makes you look like some tacky nouveau riche? Today’s abou discussing the wedding, and everyone here is family. bYou /bcane in on your own–she’s just a servant, she’s not allowed in!”

Gill was dressed like royalty and clearly stealing the spotlight. Owen wasn’t about to let a servant show him olliupb. /b/li/ol

Yunice reminded him. “Two nights ago, you went crying to Mr. Carl about me. Even though he knew you were in the wrong, he still advised me not to skip your big day out of consideration for our sibling bond, But now you’re bossing around my friend–if that’s how it’s going to be, I’m happy to sit this out.”

She grabbed Gill and turned to leave.

“Hey! Don’t go!” Peggy hurried up with a bright smile, grabbing Yunice’s arm and nting her other hand on the car door.

“Owen doesn’t make the rules. If he won’t let you in, I will!” She looped her other arm through Gill’s and grinned. “Come on, I’ll take you both in.”

Peggy had her own little scheme going. If Yunice was willing to spend that kind of money bon /ba servant. then coaxing Yunice into her good graces would surely mean a life of luxury for herself, too.

Owen tried to protest, but Peggy shot him a re. “The whole family’s watching–don’t make me embarrass byou /bin front of your own rtives.”

Owen cared about appearances, and Peggy, shameless as ever, bhad /bhim by the throat.

So the three “outsiders” strolled confidently into the Saunders household like they owned the ce, while Owen and his crew trailed behind, looking like background characters.

Once inside the living room, bYunice /bquickly noticed that everyone seated there was on Lily’s side of the family.

The Saunders‘ paternal rtives were few to begin with, and over the years, Lily’s growing influence had distanced them even further. It was clear now that Lily had her own faction within the family.

Seeing the glittering jewelry on Gill, one of the elders slowly put down his teacup, his expression bstiff/b. “Forgive me, my eyes must be failing me. Thisdy is… whose wife!”

Gill dramatically grabbed his hand and gave it a hearty pat. “Mr. Terrance! I used to work here in the

face? Saunders household. Don’t you remember the time I poured you tea and youined it was too weak, said I was disrespecting you on purpose, then sshed scalding tea right bin /bbmy /b

Gill smiled like nothing was wrong, but her words stabbed like knives

Mr. Terrance couldn’t ce her at all. Of course, he didn’t remember bullying a servant years ago. He assumed she was some rich woman joking around and quickly turned to Yunice: “Yunice, don’t just stand there! Go pour tea for our guest–don’t let people say our familycks manners

Chapter 505 Power y in the Living Room

Because none of these rtives had attended Yunice’s wedding, they didn’t know who her bisbond wa far as they were concerned, she was still the lowest member of the family.

Once Mr. Terrance opened his mouth, everyone else turned their noses up at Yunice.

She wore in clothes–aside from a simple, brandless outfit, there wasn’t a single piece of jewelry on her. She looked good, yes, but couldn’t hide the poverty in her appearance.

Someone even tossed their empty cup on the table. “No sense of propriety at all. Don’t you know to refill

our tea?”

Yunice looked up at the speaker, then calmly reached for the teapot–but she didn’t stand.

“Hey!” The man pped the tableb. /b“You glued to that chair? No one ever teach byou /byou’re supposed to bstand /bwhen serving tea to guests?”

“The hell are you barking for?” Peggy snapped, hands on her hips. “She’s doing you a favor just topping up your water. You clearly aren’t thirsty with that mouth running. Forget the btea/b.”

She snatched the pot from Yunice’s hand, thenpletely switched tones and beamed at Yunice. “Ignore the trash–I’ll serve you instead.”

Mr. Terrance turned bright red and mmed the table. “Who are you calling trash?!”

Peggy bent down, holding the teacup in both hands like it was sacred, and gave him a look. “Take it easy with the pounding. That’s a rosewood table. You break it, beven /bselling your two deadbeat sons for parts won’t cover it.”

Mr. Terrance’s face flushed crimson. “That’s my nephew’s table! You think you bhave /ba say?!”

Peggy stood up and clicked her tongue. “You’re wrong there. Owen might be the man of the house, but I’m thedy of it. Talking to me is the same as talking to bhim/b.”

“You think you matter? You’re an outsider. Whether or not you get to stay in this family depends on us old–timers. If we say no, then you’re nothing but air!” Mr. Terrance barked. “Owen, I bdon’t /bapprove of this marriage. I don’t like her. Call it off, or you’re no longer my nephew!i” /i

Gill nearly spat her teaughing. She and Yunice exchanged a look like. This gay really thinks he’s someone,

Yunice tilted her lips into a slight smile, her eyes clearly saying, Just wait and see how Peggy deals with them