Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom

Chapter 41

41 Meeting Valen

The lady had her mouth hanging open and so were the servants. Who dares to talk to Ms. Mulan like this? Is this guest courting death? (1

After a while, Mulan chuckled. It wasn’t a happy chuckle, but the chuckle was filled with hidden

danger.

“I thought you were-”

“Miss Mulan, Ma’am,” a few men in black walked over and bowed to Jeslyn and Mulan.

“Ah, you are here. These servants feel sore in their feet and cannot walk out of the compound when I told them to, so I called you here to throw them out.” Jeslyn explained sarcastically.

The head guard looked from Jeslyn to the maids. They seemed to not have an iota of fear but were gazing at Jeslyn with mockery in their eyes. He then looked at Mulan who was doing a stare-down contest with Jeslyn before he bowed.

“Yes, ma’am… throw the servants out.” The head guard commanded his men.

“W-what?!” Both the servants and Ms. Mulan exclaimed at once while staring at the head guard who was about to turn around.

“Stop right there!” Mulan roared. Once the guard stopped and looked at her, she asked while twirling her index finger above her head while asking: “Who owns this house?”

“Everyone knows who owns the house, Miss Mulan.” The head guard replied.

“Who gives the orders in this house?” Mulan asked again.

“Still the same answer, Miss Mulan.”

“Then why are you taking orders from a stranger? Those are the master’s hand-picked maids. How can you listen to a stranger and throw them out?”

“Not when the ‘stranger’ has a say in the house, Miss Mulan.”

With that said, the head guard left with the others, depriving the maids of the chance to seek forgiveness.

The maids wanted to beg Jeslyn, not because they feared or respect her, but because they know what- their lives would be like after leaving the mansion, but the guards wouldn’t let them.

They were dragged out of the house like hateful parasites.

On the stairs, Jeslyn was about to leave when Mulan blocked her.

“Who are you?” Mulan asked with a skeptical look on her face.

“A person who wouldn’t care to know who you are. And if I may say, your sexy cleavage is too revealing, don’t you think? This is a house, not a club.”

Jeslyn threw Mulan the words before she sidestepped and walked away.

Mulan looked down at her dress. Truly, her cleavage was revealed and she has a reason for doing so, but getting hashed by that stranger was the height of it.

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She stamped her nude heels on the smooth floor as rage built up in her. She wasn’t just humiliated, she was also called a prostitute.

‘I will have to deal with this stranger quickly, or else, she will be out of her control. It doesn’t matter who she is. If I can send those two to prison, then what is this weakling that I cannot chase to death?’ (2

Mulan curled her lips as ideas to deal with Jeslyn formed in her mind.

Meanwhile, Maya, who had called the securities, was standing in the sitting room, staring wide-eyed at Jeslyn who was walking down the stairs.

‘What is this lady who couldn’t bother to give Miss Mulan face? What is her identity?”

While Maya was thinking, Jeslyn came to stand in front of her and waved at her.

“What are you daydreaming about so early in the morning? Done with your chores?” Jeslyn asked.

“G-good morning ma’am,” Maya hurriedly curtsied.

“Hmm, morning. Hope you slept well?”

The maid was shocked again. She couldn’t recall what year someone had cared to ask her if she slept well.

“It seems you have a lot to think about, point me in the direction of the dining room. A maid had called me to head there.”

“T-there,” Maya was flustered. Wonders keep happening that she feels her mind will explode. Does she want to join the family for breakfast? Little master Valen is there too! Doesn’t that mean…

By the time Maya woke up from her stupor, Jeslyn had walked far away from her. She sighed. She was about to warn her, but… leave it be.

Jeslyn arrived at the dining table with two godly beauties already there. One was a handsome man with a cold face and the other was a jaw-dropping pretty and cute boy of about 6 years old. 3

The 6-year-old child had a head full of black hair, his baby face was lowered to stare at the food placed in front of him. 2

The minute he raised his gaze to Jeslyn, she swallowed hard. The thought to steal him away flashed through her mind.

“How can a child be this cute!?’ She screamed in her mind.

His brows were thick and dark, just like his father’s. His pink lips were turned downwards and a small frown rested between his brows.

His large eyes which housed sparkling hazel pupils glanced at Jeslyn for a brief moment before they turned to look behind her.

Jeslyn followed his gaze and looked back to see the lady she had an altercation with earlier, walking over with the sound of her heels disturbing the quiet atmosphere.

Jeslyn rolled her eyes and walked towards the dining table. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Seeing the guest sitting on the chair beside Maverick, Mulan furrowed her brows.

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No one has ever been allowed to take that seat before, so why is the guest sitting there?

While she was wondering, Mulan walked to stand beside Valen.

Jeslyn glanced at her and looked at the empty chair that was on the other end of the table without uttering a word.

‘I said it, she’s not an important member of the family, hmph!’ She thought.

“Good morning,” Jeslyn greeted Maverick and Valen.

“Hmm,” Maverick answered but Valen didn’t.

Mulan curled her lips in a smile when she saw Jeslyn looking at Valen. Probably expecting a reply that would never come.

“You must be Valen, I’m Jeslyn,” she stretched out a hand across the table to shake Valen, but he didn’t even look at her.

His eyes were still focused on the veggies placed on his plate.

Jeslyn awkwardly took her hand back and happened to see Mulan sniffing a laugh.

She rolled her eyes and rather chose to watch the maids instead, as they served her.

“What is the meaning of this?” Valen said. His voice was childish, but the coldness it held could not be ignored.

Maverick ignored him and continued eating his food.

Staring at his father, Valen continued; “I know the maids do not have the guts to serve my vegetables, only you can order them to. I don’t-”

“Yo! wait for me.” Rex’s voice sounded from the sitting room and soon, his hurried steps could be heard.