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Caitlin turned to yton and said coldly, “Mr. Morgan, please stay out of this. It’s none of your business. Miss Fletcher has been good to me. I don’t want to lose my job over this.”

yton looked taken aback, exhaling a heavy sigh of defeat. “She treats you this way, and yet you defend her? Caitlin, where is your self-respect?”

Caitlin managed a strained smile. “Mr. Morgan, you don’t really understand people like us. For us, a job and financial securitye first. Please, save your pity for someone else in the future.”

Beth crossed her arms, smiling smugly. “See, yton? You’re kind to her, but she doesn’t appreciate it. She’s just an ungrateful wretch who cares only about money. Otherwise, why would she stay despite how I treat her? Listen, Caitlin, if you act right today, I might even let you off frompensating for my scarf. How about this? Kneel and show you’re sorry. Of course, it’s not mandatory.”

Despite Beth’s words, the threat in her eyes was clear.

yton felt the urge to tell Caitlin not to do that, but she had already knelt down and bowed her head, saying, “I’m doing this of my own ord because I acknowledge my mistake.”

yton’s expression turned utterly grim before he left, his face set with anger.

A short while after yton’s departure, Beth told Caitlin to get up.

As Caitlin rose to her feet, she nearly toppled over.

Beth smirked coldly. “Enough with the act. yton’s gone. There’s no one here to see you y this part.”

Caitlin closed her eyes wearily. “Miss Fletcher, I’m really not acting. You saw everything yourself. There’s nothing going on between Mr. Morgan and me.”

With a look of contempt, Beth huffed. “Just acting—everyone can do that. Caitlin, I’m not sure what your n is, but listen carefully. If I find out you’re up to something, I won’t let you go. Do you understand?”

Caitlin sighed. “I understand.”

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At that moment, the Fletcher family butler approached and whispered something to Beth. It didn’t seem important, as he quickly walked away afterward.

However, something in Beth’s demeanor shifted, and she quickly called the butler back. “Hold on. Let them know I’ll be attending.”

The butler looked at Beth, puzzled, and cautiously said, “But Miss Fletcher, we haven’t received an invitation to the party. We only know about the event. Perhaps the host…”

He trailed off, leaving his words unfinished, but the implication was clear. It seemed the host had not nned on inviting Beth, and her insistence on attending woulde across as desperate—a trait uncharacteristic of someone who valued her image so highly and feared humiliation. Nheless, she was adamant this time, leaving the butler confused.

Beth fixed a stern gaze on the butler. “I’ve decided to go, so just arrange it. They wee guests, don’t they? Will they really send me away?”

With a resigned sigh, the butler had no choice but toply.

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