"Okay."
Stella Grayson nodded, then grabbed her bag and left the house.
Once she was sure her aunt had left, Megan Grayson waved a hand, dismissing all the cleaning staff.
Soon, only Megan Grayson and Holly Sinclair were left in the living room.
"Holly Sinclair, what did you just say?"
Megan Grayson's expression shifted instantly. She sat on the sofa like the lady of the house, her attitude arrogant and haughty.
"I need two months' living expenses," Holly Sinclair said, calm and composed, neither servile nor overbearing.
Megan Grayson immediately let out a cold laugh, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Holly Sinclair, the Sterling family's money doesn't grow on trees. And here you are, demanding two months' worth at the drop of a hat—"
"Cut the crap! Are you giving it to me or not?"
Holly Sinclair cut her off coldly before Megan Grayson could finish her tirade.
"What kind of attitude is that—" Megan Grayson fumed.
Holly Sinclair turned and walked away.
"Stop!"
