"Who's his woman? In my eyes, Jesse Rowan is nothing." Joan Harry glanced coldly at the maid.
These maids, at best you could call them servants, at worst they were here to watch her.
Every move she made was monitored by them and reported to Jesse Rowan at all times.
Otherwise, Jesse Rowan wouldn't have found the hospital so quickly today.
The maid was taken aback for a moment: "Miss Harry, don't be stubborn. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy life with Mr. Rowan? Why must you oppose him? If a woman behaves, is sensible, and lives a life of luxury, what's so bad about that? If you upset Mr. Rowan and get kicked out, will you be happy then?"
The maid held an umbrella for Joan Harry, speaking with a very indifferent tone.
"Today I'll curse Jesse Rowan right in front of you, he's a bastard, a shameless scoundrel. Even the king of hell wouldn't take him. A demon like him should just be cut off and not harm others anymore!" Joan Harry's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth.
