Chapter 95: Your Treehouse, My Territory

Giselle Lambert looked up to see that it was Anna approaching. “Is there something you need?” Her tone was neutral, tinged with a hint of warmth, as she wasn't one to make enemies carelessly. Anna gestured to her assistant, who promptly began moving all her luggage into the treehouse. She then explained, “I talked to the director. I'd like to switch treehouses with you. You can stay in mine.” Upon hearing this, Henry's expression instantly darkened. Giselle could almost feel his displeasure spilling out of the screen. She believed he could make it a reality, especially if someone tried to push her too far. Henry would make their life miserable. Her six-month sabbatical had just started, and she wasn't about to let anyone snuff it out in its cradle. Her principle had always been straightforward: avoid trouble but stand strong when challenged. She abruptly ended the video call, crossed her arms, and gazed at Anna with eyes as clear as crystal. “Did the director say I have to make