Chapter 62

Chapter 62:

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In families as powerful as the Brooks dynasty, even a butler’s word could tip the scales.

Vanessa gave a disdainful sniff, folding her arms. “Still just staff. A servant stays a servant.”

Jordyn’s eyes gleamed with smug delight as she nodded, satisfaction practically radiating off her. She was Mrs. Watson now, poised to ride even higher once Watson Tech hit the stock market.

Cathryn—the once-proud Moore heiress—had sunk so low that she was married to a butler, barely above the servants she’d once looked down on. It was a crushing humiliation, and Jordyn swore she’d keep Cathryn pinned beneath her heel.

Jordyn sauntered up, arms folded, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Face it, Cathryn. Mr. Brooks only played nice because your husband begged for you. And you still think you could latch onto Mr. Brooks?”