Chapter 6 That's my mom

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"Fire that lady."she pointed at her.

Jesus! What?! Fuck!

Her eyes popped out of their sockets.

"Is that your wish?"he tugged her cheek gently.

"Yeah, uncle!"

Eisshh.. what's up with these rich kids?

They just met a little while ago without many conversations but she already took a dislike for her?

Gregory's eyes went down to Beatrice and he pressed his lips together before staring back at Kiara.

Beatrice heart thumped rapidly and she felt a lump in her throat.

Oh, Jesus. Is he gonna fire her?*

"I did said she was not important but I can't just fire her like that."he responded.

Beatrice placed her hand on her chest and exhaled in relief.

Bless Jesus. She really needs this job. Just doing what she loves in this cozy house and getting paid is a dream come true!

Kiara's face wrinkled up in a discontented look and she wriggled herself out of his grip.

She stood before him, placing both of her hands on her hips.

"You have never reject my wish, uncle. Didn't you said she is not important?. Then, why the hell are you choosing her over me?!"she ranted.

Gregory dropped on a crouch before her and rubbed her hair soothingly.

"She is not important, but I kind of need her for my peace of mind."

"She is important then, you dummy!"she hit his head.

"Kiara! He is your uncle! I've told you to stop being disrespectful and irritating when angry."Her father, Harry, scolded.

Kiara hissed loudly.

"Birds of the same feather flocks together. Then, she really is important to you."she said before racing up the stairs.

"Kiara!!"Harry hollered.

Gregory stood up.

"Just leave her. She just need a little space and she would be back on track."Gregory said.

"All this because of that ugly lady?"the boy gave a contemptuous look before going after his sister.

*Huh? I'm I ugly?*Beatrice looks at herself on the screen of her phone and touched her nose.

"I look perfectly fine tho."she uttered.

She drops her phone and glanced up just to see six peering eyes on her.

"What?!"she exclaimed, suddenly being paranoid.

"Sorry, lady."the boy said and went up also.

Why is he sorry?

Why were they all looking at her?

Is there a smudge on her face?

She touched her left cheek.

"I'm Harry, you are?"he smiled and she rolled her eyes.

"Someone you don't wanna know."

"Ah,"he chortles.

"All well and good then."he nodded and turned to Gregory.

"Please, take the kids to the mall for their dress shopping later."

"Not again please.."Gregory sighed.

He suddenly stares at her and gave a small smile.

"She will take them."

"What?, me?, those spoilt brats??, hell no!"she blurts out.

"Why didn't you bring their stuffs with them while coming?. I really cannot handle your kids, monsieur."she pointed accusingly at him.

"Their clothes are all old so,"he shrugged.

"But, I'm counting on you, mademoiselle."he winked and started moving towards the door.

"What?! Hey!!"she sprang up from the chair.

He turned to me with a smile.

"I will consider you if you help me just that little."he grins.

"Co.. consider?, consider what?"she jeered.

"You like me, don't you?. I will take you out on a date if you help me. That wouldn't hurt, right?"

Beatrice laughed sarcastically.

"Date?, who the hell said I want that?. Now, I'm hurt. I'm not a cheap thing!"I shouted.

"Good bye."he waved before going out.

She yelled at the shut door in rage.

She fumed in exasperation and glanced at IntrovertBoy.

"This isn't part of the contract!"She seethed.

"But you did agree to obey my every words."he scoffs and went up.

"Aargggggg"she screamed and scattered her hair.

Now, she has lost all those beautiful ideas that was in her head before.

She sat down and kicked the table away, making the ketchup to stir up, leaving drops of it on the table.

She took her phone and closed the notepad.

"I am just going to watch a movie."she said to herself.

She played a Korean movie and stared around.

Watching a korean movie is incomplete without a bowl of popcorn.

"Lady!!"she heard Kiara's call and she looked up to see her standing on the stairs.

"I'm hungry."she made a bubble out of the gum she was chewing.

"How old are you?"Beatrice asked instead.

"Old enough to boss you around. Ugh! I don't really have appetite so prepare something light for me. I want noodles, a glass of milkshake and oh, pasta. Thank you."she said and spun around.

"I am not your cook. I suggest you place an order if you are really hungry."Beatrice replied.

Kiara paused then look at her.

"As long as you're in this house, you're but a servant who will do everything her master asked her to do."she eyed her with disdain.

"You don't even know me so how can you speak so rudely to me?. I might be the president's only daughter and yet, someone so low to someone like me is speaking this way?"

Kiara stifled a laugh.

"President's daughter?. Oh, well, to burst your bubble, I know the president daughter, Elena, very well."she smiled.

"I'm.. I'm the prime minister's daughter."Beatrice frowns.

"Miss Page and I are very close. We still spoke this morning. She loves me a lot. I might as well charge you for impersonation if you keep this on."

Beatrice scoffed and turns away.

"I'm Gomez's sister then."she folded her arms.

"You really wish. What a laugh. Gomez is my mother."

Her eyes shot up at Kiara.

Gomez is her mother?

"Whaaaaaaaaat?!!!!"she placed her palm on her lips.

Kiara smirks before tapping on her phone.

She turned the phone to Beatrice.

"This explains it better?"she said proudly, waving the phone at her.

Beatrice's eyes bulged out when she saw a picture of her and Gomez holding each other so dearly as her wallpaper.

"Can you link me up with your mother?. I like her so much. She is my role model. I like her movies."

Kiara tsk'ed.

"The food first. I will do whatever you want after that."she rolled her eyeballs and disappeared out of sight.

Beatrice mouth went open in the air.

Woah. Having the bliss of life, isn't she?

She chuckled. But still, she is going to teach her a lesson for disrespecting her so much.

She moved inside the kitchen and pressed her lips together whilst looking around.

She walked to the cooker and grab a pot, put some water in it and placed it on the cooker after turning it on.

She sauntered to the fridge and snagged two packets of raw noodles from it then close it back.

She tore the nylons and placed the noddles in the pot.

What else?

Oh!

She snapped her fingers.

"Where could it be?"she hummed as she slides to the cupboard.

She drew it back and grabbed the plastic that contains pepper.

She added much of it in the noddles and grinned.

Her eyes caught with the seasonings and she gasped.

"Noodles have to he delicious but I almost forgot about this.."she added it in the pot and closed it.

This should be fun.