"Damn it," Heena muttered under her breath.
She violently rubbed her forehead with her good hand, thoroughly irritated by her own fatal inability to just let things go. She turned her head, shooting a dark, calculated look toward the back corridor where the elderly woman was hovering.
"Madam Lin," Heena called out abruptly. "Weren't you just complaining a few days ago that you were trying to find a personal servant to help you around the courtyard? Take him."
Madam Lin blinked, completely bewildered. "Are you crazy? When did I ever ask for a servant? I clean my own—"
Heena leveled a glare at the old woman so intensely terrifying it could have frozen boiling water.
Madam Lin's jaw snapped shut. The gears in the elderly woman's head finally clicked into place, realizing exactly what Heena was doing. By having the elderly chaperone officially "hire" the boy, it bypassed the scandalous implications of a young, unmarried woman hoarding beautiful men in her house.
