The housekeeper, who used to greet Lana with a fake smile and flattery, now had a stern expression. He coldly informed her, "Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Senior are not at home."

Lana noticed the change in the housekeeper's attitude, but she didn't think much of it. She merely assumed that he was slacking off because her grandparents were away. So, she treated him just as she always did—by giving him a bad attitude.

She impatiently pushed the housekeeper aside and snapped, "Move out of my way!"

The housekeeper could no longer be bothered to hide his disdain for her. He steadied himself against the wall with one hand and sneered, "Do you think you're still the Ms. Seymour of this house? Let me be frank with you. Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Senior are in the living room right now. When I said they're not at home, it's because they don't want to see you!"

Lana was taken aback. "Why's that?"

Before the housekeeper could answer, the loud revving sound of a sports car approached and eventually stoppe