the owner of this estate,” I corrected him, stepping into the center of the room, my voice steady even though every part of me was shaking with barely contained rage. “And I just heard you call my mother the maid in the house I paid six hundred thousand dollars cash to buy for her.”
Julian tried to regain his composure, adjusting his robe with a nervous laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “Look, Natalie, you’re taking things out of context. It was just a joke. Your mom likes staying busy around the house. It gives her purpose.”
“Shut your mouth,” I interrupted, pointing a finger directly at his chest, close enough that he took a small step back. “You have thirty minutes to pack your personal clothes and get out of my house.”
Kloe jumped up from the couch, her face twisting in anger. “You can’t just kick us out,
