Chapter 10

Zona Lawrence was already calm at this point. She saw that Amos Sari was deliberately doing this, but she didn't dare to resist. She turned around and poured another glass of water.

This time, Amos Sari, being considerate, didn't continue. After taking a sip, he placed it on the table and said with a frown, "Clean the floor for me."

"Yes." Zona Lawrence turned to get the tools.

“Wait.” The voice of Amos Saris echoed behind her like a spell.

She turned back, confused, “I’ll get the cleaning supplies.”

Amos Saris snorted coldly from his nose, “Who told you to clean with tools? I see you’re dressed just like a rag, so just use your clothes! Before I come downstairs, clean the floor for me.”

“Don’t forget, your current status is my maid, and you have no human rights at all.”

After saying this, he walked up to Zona Lawrence, looking at Zona Lawrence's disheveled face, a sense of revengeful satisfaction rose in his heart, while a faint pain stirred within him.

But all these complex emotions were suppressed deep in his heart. He pointed his index finger at Zona Lawrence's chest, his gaze carrying a hint of mockery.

"These are all what you owe me. You'd better be mentally prepared, or don't think I'm torturing you."

After saying this, Amos Sari retracted his hand, turned around and walked upstairs briskly, while Zona Lawrence, after he left, stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

Amos Sari's words had already wounded her deeply just moments ago; she knew there was nothing she could say to him now. She couldn't deny his words, but she still felt heartbroken.

Half an hour later, Amos Sari estimated that she had already cleaned the floor. He was about to go downstairs to inspect, but when he stood at the stairwell, his eyes couldn't help but twitch upon seeing the woman on her hands and knees cleaning the floor like a dog.

Next, a pile of fire gathered in his eyes as he strode downstairs. The footsteps echoing down the stairs clearly revealed the anger in his heart.

Zona Lawrence subconsciously turned her head, and soon she felt a on her scalp as she was involuntarily lifted from the ground.

Amos Sari grabbed her hair and threw her down, "Look at the state you're in now, you're like a lowly dog."

"Zona Lawrence, Zona Lawrence, I really didn't expect you to turn out like this."

Amos Sari walked up to Zona Lawrence while talking and crouched down to look at the bundled-up people.

At this moment, Amos Sari felt a surge of anger, "When you betrayed me, did you ever think you would end up like this?"

"I'm telling you, no matter how you perform in front of me, it's useless. I won't forget how you betrayed me back then. Keep cleaning the floor."

Amos Sari finished speaking, turned and went upstairs. What he didn't see was that shortly after he left, as Zona Lawrence lowered her head, a few drops of water gradually fell to the ground, those were Zona Lawrence's tears.

She looked at Amos Sari's retreating figure through blurred eyes, her mouth opened but no words came out.

After cleaning the floor, Zona Lawrence was already exhausted, not just physically, but even more so mentally. She didn't know how much longer she could keep going like this.

She now began to doubt whether it was really a good thing to face Amos Sari every day like this. Could she tolerate being treated like this by Amos Sari every day?

But she had no choice. Thinking of her mother lying in the hospital, she knew that with her meager income, she couldn't save her. And Amos Sari seemed to be deliberately opposing her.

She knew that even if she left Amos Sarai, she couldn't find a way to save her mother, so it was better to stay here guarding Amos Sarai, hoping he might show some pity, perhaps even continue to sustain her mother's life.

Thinking of her current situation, Zona Lawrence felt immense pain in her heart. She returned to her room, closed the door, and lay on the bed crying bitterly.

Everyone understands the , but when she thought about the dark days ahead of her, she felt that her entire life had no hope.

Lawrence family living room

Lawrence the old lady was sitting in the living room, frowning as she watched Wanda Lawrence leisurely flipping through fashion magazines.

"In two days there's a party, you're Ames Sary's date, how can you still be so leisurely?"

"Don't forget, you are now his fiancée, and also a daughter of the Lawrence family. When you attend the party, you represent our family's face. If you don't prepare properly for your appearance, what are you looking at magazines for here?"

She was talking while stepping forward to take the magazine from Wanda Lawrence's hand. Wanda Lawrence pouted and said playfully, "Grandma, I'm not done preparing yet! Look at how pretty the dress is in this magazine!"

Mrs. Lawrence, while speaking, showed Mrs. Lawrence a deep V . After taking a brief glance, Mrs. Lawrence frowned deeply.

“Ugly as sin, morally corrupting, don't you dare learn from that bitch Zona Lawrence. How could you possibly wear an outfit like this?”

Mrs. Lawrence, while speaking, directly closed the magazine and then began to earnestly advise.

“I'm telling you, these kinds of clothes are worn by low-class women who have no family background and have to rely on their bodies to make a living. How could someone with our family background possibly wear such clothes?”

Wanda Lawrence heard this and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes, but she dared not resist, could only mumble softly to express her dissatisfaction.

Mrs. Lawrence, the wise and astute, knew very well what the other person was thinking. She snorted coldly and said without hesitation.

"Anyway, you can't wear this kind of dress. Wait until that day's banquet, I will dress you up myself, and I won't let you embarrass our Lawrence family."

After Lawrence the old lady finished speaking, she confiscated the magazine and left. Wanda Lawrence rolled her eyes at her retreating figure.

If it weren't for Dad being so weak, with the old lady running the house, she wouldn't pretend to be a good girl.

After she marries Amos Sari, she will definitely have the highest say in the house, how dare this old hag talk to her like this.

What Wandah Lawrence thought, the old lady Lawrence did not know, but Wandah Lawrence had thought about the two-day banquet and also began to look forward to it.

She had also accompanied Amos Sary to banquets before, but those could only be considered small wine parties, how could they compare to this time, where it was a gathering of celebrities, she had to think about how to dress to shine and capture attention.

Zoë Lawrence slept through the night and when she woke up the next day, she only felt a stinging swelling on her face. She climbed out of bed with some concern, took out a mirror, and examined the wound on her face.

She frowned, "It seems to be worse." she murmured to herself, touching the wound carefully, but the stinging sensation on her face.

"I can't, I have to find some medicine to apply. What if it gets worse?" she frowned at her reflection in the mirror.