Chapter ninety five

Victoria's POV

“Hello, ma’am,” Nora greeted, walking past me with a mop stick and bucket.

“If it isn’t Nora, the clumsy, fat maid,” I hissed, my gaze running over her from top to bottom.

I walked to the couch and sat down, crossing my legs. The audacity of Rafe to make me stay in a fucking guest ...

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