Chapter 6 An Argument

I have to say that Laura's words worked especially well. Mrs. Taylor was furious, but still closed the door of the utility room. "Jones, pack out the guest room." Mrs. Taylor gnashed her teeth and charged Jones. "Yes ma'am." Laura was satisfied and turned around, but she still heard Jones muttering clearly. "Madam, she is so indulgent. Are you sure to let her go her own way?" "This is the only way. Don't worry, she won't be happy for long. Once Marcus dies, see how I will sort her out." Laura did not care, but go to unpack her luggage. ... Laura dragged her canvas bag slowly upstairs. She came across Jones on the way, who deliberately kicked down the bag. "Jones, what are you doing," Laura called out, glancing at her bag worryingly. "Sorry, Miss Laura I didn't mean to do it." Jones stood there, being neither overbearing nor servile. "Can't you look where you are going?" Laura became more and more concerned about the things in her bag. "Miss Laura, these are nothing but some