"Luke Land, in the future, you better not be so nice to me." Eva Miller pouted, turning her head towards the window, "I’m not worth it."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Luke Land shook his head and sighed, "If I could control myself not to be nice to you, it would be great."

"Luke Land!" Upon hearing this, Eva Miller felt inexplicably choked, "Do you have some kind of masochistic tendency? I treat you so badly, often yell at you, bully you, and you still want to be nice to me? Are you crazy?"

"..."

Eva Miller didn’t know why she suddenly felt this way, so she just assumed she was an emotionally volatile pregnant woman, making excuses for herself in her heart.

When the car stopped, Eva Miller opened the door and walked toward the hall, leaving Luke Land behind.

She thought maybe she should behave even worse, let Luke Land truly feel her ’badness,’ so she could cut off all his fantasies about her.

She walked into the hall, and a maid accidentally bumped into her while carrying tea, instantly soaking her clothes.

"I’m sorry, Young Madam, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." The maid hurried to pick up the things on the ground.

"Forget it, it’s not your fault, I was walking too fast." Eva Miller never intended to blame the maid, she just tossed a nonchalant remark and turned upstairs to change her clothes.

A few maids came forward to help the maid who had bumped into Eva Miller clean up the shattered teacup pieces.

"All day long, never seen her with a good face, like someone owes her money. Really don’t know how the Second Young Master could fall for such a woman..." One maid spoke resentfully, Eva Miller’s reputation in this household wasn’t great.

"Yeah, really low on manners, compared to the other celebrity lady in the Third Young Master’s house, don’t you think... she looks better?"

"Naturally, anyway, I can’t stand this Young Madam. Seeing you accidentally spilled tea on her this time was truly satisfying. Next time, really should pour a pot of hot tea, then pretend it was accidental over her, make her..."

"Second Young Master!" The maid hadn’t finished her sentence when another maid beside her tugged at her sleeve forcefully, the chattering maid stopped, turned around, and saw Luke Land standing at the door with a grim face, seemingly having stood there for quite a while.

"Second Young Master..." The maid was nearly scared to death, lowering her head, her hands rubbing nervously.

"What did you just say?" He asked sternly, word by word, ordinarily Luke Land didn’t tend to get angry in front of the maids, but if he got angry, the consequences could be unimaginable.

"Young Master, I, I didn’t say anything."

"Being stubborn?" Luke Land let out a cold snort, walked to the hall tea table, picked up a freshly brewed pot of tea, "Looks like you need me to help you remember what you’ve said."

He raised his hand and poured the scalding tea directly onto the maid.

"Ah!" The maid screamed, her whole body was flushed red through her clothes from being scalded.

"Second Young Master, please let me go, I’m wrong, I won’t say things like that ever again!" The maid lay on the ground, curled up, pleading bitterly.

These maids in the villa, turns out, harbored such ill intentions towards Eva Miller, what if one day they really poured this boiling water on his woman?