They Thought I Was Weak, So I Threw Them All Out Chapter 03

They Thought I Was Weak, So I Threw Them All Out Chapter 03

The servants immediately panicked.

“You can’t fire us! Mr. Quinn hired us, and we only answer to him!”

“Ma’am, you need to open your mind a bit. A real high-society wife should have more grace than this.”

My expression turned ice-cold.

“Who do you think you are to lecture me?”

“You can’t even handle a basic service job. There are plenty of people who would kill for a fifty-thousand-dollar salary.”

“Get one thing straight: I am the owner of this house and the head of the Sterling empire—the company your boss literally begged to merge with. I am not some submissive housewife.”

“I am firing you today, and I promise you your precious Mr. Quinn won’t utter a single word to stop me.”

The servants turned to Preston, practically begging him to intervene.

Preston glanced at my expression.

Ultimately, his face twisted in humiliation, and he managed only a weak response.

“Go see the manager to settle your final checks. Don’t bother coming back tomorrow.”

He literally didn’t dare to say a word in my defense.

With Preston backing down, the servants looked completely broken.

Once blacklisted by the Sterling family, they would never find another job that paid this well for such easy work.

With the staff gone, the vast dining room fell completely silent, leaving just Preston and me.

I patted his shoulder lightly.

“Good boy. Keep that attitude up.”

A flash of intense humiliation washed over Preston’s face, but he bit his lip and chose to stay silent.

After that night, Preston became much more compliant.

He stopped bringing random people into my space to annoy me and even went out of his way to do small favors for me.

I didn’t bother analyzing how genuine his actions were.

As long as he remained obedient and kept us out of the tabloids, I didn’t care.

I had far more important things to focus on.

I assumed we would continue living this way in peaceful coexistence.

But three months later, I walked home after a grueling day at the office and found Chloe in our house again.

Her hair was damp, and she was wearing my personal bathrobe.

The air in the room was thick with a sickeningly sweet perfume.

A wave of intense nausea hit me.

Chloe acted completely oblivious to my disgust.

She casually flipped her hair right in front of me.

“Ma’am, do you know where the hair dryer is? I need to dry my hair.”

“Get the hell out,” I said, my voice cutting through the room like ice.

Chloe flinched, instinctively stepping back to hide behind Preston.

I cast a cold look at my husband.

He immediately rushed to explain.

“It’s pouring outside, and Chloe got completely soaked. The power went out at her apartment, and I didn’t want her catching a cold, so I brought her here to take a hot shower.”

“We didn’t have any extra robes, so I just let her borrow yours for a few minutes.”

With Preston defending her, Chloe seemed to regain her confidence.

She stepped out from behind him, deliberately smoothing down the fabric of the robe.

“Ma’am, your bathrobe is so comfortable. It must have been incredibly expensive.”

“I’m so jealous. You have such a wonderful husband, providing you with luxury items like this.”

Hearing her thinly veiled taunt, I forced down the rising rage inside me.

“It was expensive. Fifty-eight thousand dollars, to be exact. Are you paying with card or cash?”