Retreat

Lucille burst into laughter. At this moment, she wanted to remove the disguise on her face so that Zoey could see who was standing in front of her! Wipe her shoes? How shameless could she be? Lucille took a step forward, her oppressive presence forcing Zoey to retreat. Zoey put on a frown. "What are you trying to do? I'm warning you. I'm the daughter of the Jules family. People like you can't afford to offend me!" Lucille tutted. "You're the daughter of the Jules family? I really can't offend you then." "Since you know you can't offend me, why don't you kneel and clean my shoes?" Zoey sneered proudly. Lucille tilted her head, pretended to ponder for a moment, and said slowly, "But I seem to recall that the daughter of the Jules family who was taken back into the household is a murderer?" Zoey's expression froze. Before she could react, Lucille suddenly grabbed Zoey's head and pressed her against the window. "Zoey, don't you think this window looks familiar? Does it look like the window