Jung Yeo Reum, who had finished washing, headed towards the living room.

Due to the broken boiler, only cold water came out, so she barely managed to wash her face.

If there was anything fortunate, it was that the bag given by Director Ahn contained new clothes along with underwear.

After sleeping, she felt hungry.

She was suddenly reminded that she had starved all day yesterday.

Perhaps because of that, she was naturally drawn to where the delicious smell was coming from.

“Huh?”

A large dining table.

Sitting at the head of the table was Ju Hwa, and as expected, Gi Taek’s family was there.

Behind them stood the butler, as well as Director Pyo, whom she had bumped into earlier, and the staff.

A space with elegant furniture and only a dining table.

This was undoubtedly the dining room.

They were having breakfast with dignified faces, seated at a large and beautiful table.

At that moment, Ju Hwa’s cold gaze turned towards Yeo Reum.

Inwardly, she wanted to curse, but this place was her kingdom.

‘I’ll give that hateful old hag a piece of my mind, really.’

Yeo Reum put on a thick-skinned smile.

Soon, she spoke in a loud voice.

“Did you sleep well! It’s a good morning, isn’t it?”

At the booming voice, Ju Hwa’s brow furrowed slightly.

The faces of Gi Taek’s family seated at the table also wrinkled.

“Wow, the menu looks fancy. It must be really delicious.”

There was an empty chair at the table.

As Yeo Reum approached to sit down, Ju Hwa spoke.

“Your house, that is.”

At those words, Yeo Reum, who was pulling out the chair, stopped.

She turned to look at the woman sitting across from her.

“I told them to clean it out.”

“…Pardon?”

“Your mother and father will be away for a long time, and you have no reason to go down there. So I instructed them to clean it out. That’s how it is.”

“Who are you to decide!”

Yeo Reum shouted, flaring up.

‘This old hag, I can’t possibly look at her kindly even if I wanted to!’

“Don’t you dare touch a single thing in our house. Do you understand?”

“What, a single thing?”

Ju Hwa’s voice rose slightly.

Gi Taek’s family quietly put down their spoons.

But smiles appeared on their faces as if they found it quite amusing.

It was clearly visible to Yeo Reum, but she was too busy responding to Ju Hwa’s words right now.

“Yes, a single thing! Don’t you dare drool over our house!”

“Did you just dare to say ‘drool’? Do I look like someone who would covet such a shabby house?”

“Then why are you meddling with someone else’s house?”

Despite Ju Hwa’s incredulous expression, Yeo Reum did not back down.

“That’s our house. The house our mom and dad worked hard to acquire! Our house that didn’t use a single penny of the Chairman’s money! So don’t touch it!”

Ju Hwa’s expression turned cold.

She said.

“I wouldn’t want such a hovel even if it were given to me. I’d rather set it on fire.”

“What did you say?”

“I was trying to clean it up for you, but if you don’t like it, there’s nothing I can do. Fine. Do as you please.”

Ju Hwa put down her spoon as if she had lost her appetite and stood up.

As she left the dining room, Jeong Mi spoke.

“How dare you talk back to the Chairman like that? It really shows how you were raised without proper manners. And just in case, let me tell you, there’s no place for you here. From now on, eat with the maids. Understand?”

Director Pyo looked at her with mocking eyes.

Angry, Yeo Reum walked out.

“Hey, look at me.”

The one who followed Yeo Reum out was Ha Eun.

“Follow me.”

Even though Yeo Reum didn’t answer, Ha Eun went ahead first.

Intending to hear what she had to say, Yeo Reum followed for now.

They arrived at a space filled with countless books.

The archive was like a library.

Ha Eun, who had gone inside, turned around and said.

“You, delete that video right now. And post an explanation saying it was a self-made drama you created.”

“Why should I?”

Ha Eun spoke with a scornful look.

“Did you just ask why?”

“Yes.”

Ha Eun ran a hand through her hair as if dumbfounded.

“You, are you not aware of the situation right now?”

“No. I’m very aware. You’re asking me to lie, right? Why should I do that?”

“This one really can’t tell right from wrong. Hey, you have to live in this house for 20 years now. Do you think you’ll be safe after offending me?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll be safe.”

Ha Eun’s anger exploded at Yeo Reum’s retort.

“This one really still doesn’t know her place! You, as of yesterday, you’re a maid in this house. I’m the young lady you have to serve! How dare you talk back! Listen to me while I’m being nice. If you don’t, I’ll teach you a lesson!”

Looking at the excited Ha Eun, Yeo Reum said.

“I’d like to see that lesson once.”

“What did you say?”

“But you’d better do it well. Otherwise, you, Kang Ha Eun, will be crushed by me again.”

“W-What?”

Yeo Reum took a step closer.

Suddenly, she reached out her hand, and the surprised Ha Eun hurriedly stepped back.

Yeo Reum, who was smirking, said.

“Seeing you sneak in here to secretly yell at me, it seems you’d be quite in trouble if that gets out?”

“W-Who? You’re the one who should know you’ll die!”

“I’ll handle that on my own, so don’t worry about it. And can I go now? I’m hungry since I’ve been starving since yesterday.”

“…Hey!”

At that moment, the archive door opened.

The one who came in was Jeong Mi.

“What are you two doing here?”

“It’s nothing.”

Yeo Reum went out with a grin.

“What? What’s going on?”

Jeong Mi approached Ha Eun and asked.

“It’s nothing. I just scolded her a bit because she seemed too ill-mannered.”

Ha Eun repeatedly denied it with a raised voice at Jeong Mi’s suspicious gaze.

“Ah, really.”

*

“What are you looking at? This is Jung Yeo Reum’s seat from now on.”

A woman who appeared to be in her mid-30s spoke to Yeo Reum with a scornful expression.

At the long wooden table in the kitchen, more than ten staff members were already eating.

However, Yeo Reum’s seat was at the very end, with a plastic table attached.

“This is your seat from now on, so remember it well.”

Come to think of it, the woman had been sticking close to Director Pyo from yesterday until just now.

“Aren’t you going to sit? Do you want to eat standing up?”

The more she pushed, the more satisfied smile grew on Director Pyo’s face.

Yeo Reum said.

“No. I should sit.”

“Make sure to keep to the meal times. Otherwise, you’ll have to go hungry.”

The woman brought a metal tray and set it down with a ‘clank’.

Because of that, the soup sloshed and splattered, and the side dishes became messy.

The meal consisted only of rice, soup, kimchi, and one vegetable dish.

In contrast, the staff table was using normal bowls.

Just looking at the side dishes, they were plentiful and neatly arranged.

The woman turned to go back to her seat as if she had finished her task.

“Hey.”

At Yeo Reum’s call, she turned around.

“What’s your name?”

“Why do you ask?”

Her face was still arrogant even as she lowered her eyes.

“Why? We’ll be bumping into each other every day, so I should at least know your name, right? Or should I call you ‘hey you’, or ‘that b*tch’, or ‘this b*tch’?”

“W-What?”

Yeo Reum smiled brightly at the woman who looked dumbfounded.

“So I should know your name, right? What is it?”

Although she seemed displeased, the woman answered.

“It’s Choi Hye Sook.”

“Ah, I see.”

Yeo Reum rummaged through her pocket and took out a small notebook and pen to write down her name.

Then she got up and approached the staff seated at the table and asked.

“What’s your name?”

Glancing slightly at Director Pyo, they carefully told their names.

Finally, Yeo Reum approached Director Pyo, who was sitting at the head of the table, and asked.

“What’s your name?”

“Just call me Director Pyo.”

Yeo Reum said.

“You must be quite hard of hearing.”

“What did you say?”

Yeo Reum slammed both hands on the table with a ‘bang’.

Because of that, the candlestick decoration in front fell over and sank into her soup bowl with a splash.

Yeo Reum shouted loudly at her incredulous face.

“I, just, asked, for, your, name! Can’t you hear me?”

The staff were startled and all looked at Yeo Reum at once.

Director Pyo’s expression was beyond bewilderment, rising to irritation, but she barely suppressed it and answered.

“It’s Pyo Jung Ran.”

“Ah, I see. Pyo Jung Ran. And here I thought you were hard of hearing.”

Yeo Reum muttered to herself as she noted down her name in the notebook.

Then, noticing the soup with the decoration fallen in, she said dramatically.

“Oh my, this has become a mess. I’ll quickly bring you a new one.”

Yeo Reum swiftly removed Director Pyo’s rice bowl and soup bowl and brought over her own tray.

The staff watched the two without breathing.

Yeo Reum said with a bright smile to Director Pyo, who was glaring at her murderously.

“Ms. Pyo Jung Ran, this was just brought out. It’s completely new, I haven’t touched it. You know? Then enjoy your meal. Ah, I should eat now too.”

Yeo Reum directly opened the lid of the rice cooker and filled her bowl to the brim with rice, and also filled a bowl with soup.

She also brought a chair and placed it right next to Director Pyo.

“We can’t waste side dishes by taking them here and there. Let’s just eat what’s here, right?”

Yeo Reum generously helped herself to the most neatly arranged side dishes in front of Director Pyo and ate her rice.

“Ah, delicious. After starving since yesterday, this tastes like honey!”

Yeo Reum rejoiced as she stuffed her mouth full of rice.

“But Ms. Pyo Jung Ran, aren’t you eating?”

Director Pyo put down her spoon with a ‘clank’ and stood up.

“Maybe it’s because I saw something unpleasant, but I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Oh my. People live on the strength of food, you know.”

As if she didn’t care about the woman’s angry expression, Yeo Reum kept scooping rice into her mouth earnestly.

“But Ms. Jung Yeo Reum.”

“Yes.”

“Since Ms. Jung Yeo Reum has eaten the food of this house, you should pay for your meal, right?”

“Of course.”

Smirking at that answer, Director Pyo said.

“It’s hard work, but do the dishes.”

As Yeo Reum looked up while chewing, Director Pyo said with a sharp smile.

“These ones, and those ones too. Do them alone. Don’t use the dishwasher, wash them by hand.”

There were over ten people seated at the table, and the sink was already piled mountain-high with dishes from the dining room.

“That’s the job of our cooking team. It’s not the young lady’s job.”

It was a middle-aged man who had been sitting quietly.

Director Pyo looked at him and said.

“Head Chef Baek, watch your words. Ms. Jung Yeo Reum is just Kim Se Jin’s daughter, not a young lady of this household. And don’t talk back to me. Don’t overstep your bounds.”

The two people wearing white coats like him had displeased expressions.

Then a cheerful voice answered.

“Sure. What’s so difficult about doing the dishes?”

Rather, the cooking team looked at her in surprise.

Yeo Reum drank her soup straight from the bowl and made an ‘ah’ sound of satisfaction.

Then she looked at the man and asked.

“Are you the head chef?”

“Ah, yes.”

He quickly answered.

Yeo Reum clapped her hands and stood up.

“The side dishes are truly artistic. Especially this soup, this soup, it’s really refreshing. This is truly the first time I’ve had such delicious pollack soup. I’m impressed!”

As Yeo Reum even gave a thumbs up with both hands, a smile bloomed on his face.

However, perhaps because of Director Pyo’s piercing gaze, he soon closed his mouth.

“I’ll do the dishes. Is that okay?”

Yeo Reum approached Director Pyo and said.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course. Besides, I’ve eaten my fill, so why don’t I do some work to move my body?”

Yeo Reum approached the sink and took out her phone to play music.

It was upbeat dance music.

She put on rubber gloves while moving her body to the rhythm.

She looked familiar with the process of adding detergent and organizing the dishes.

One corner of Director Pyo’s mouth lifted as if she had won.

Just as she was about to leave with a satisfied expression, she saw a rice bowl with a golden rim being lifted in Yeo Reum’s hand.

It was Ju Hwa’s rice bowl.

A limited edition that only goes to the British royal family.

It was Ju Hwa’s favorite tableware.

It was being held by rubber gloves covered in detergent.

With an ominous feeling, Director Pyo shouted.

“No!”

But the porcelain bowl escaped Yeo Reum’s hand and fell vertically to the marble floor.

“Oh my, it slipped?”

Yeo Reum grinned and picked up another bowl.

It was also Ju Hwa’s exclusive soup bowl.

The soup bowl, said to be a work of art, this time too fell mercilessly to the floor and broke in two.

“Oops, it slipped again?”

Director Pyo turned pale.

The staff also lost their words and gaped.

Moving her body to the music, Yeo Reum began to throw the bowls to the floor, smashing them all.

And she did it while laughing loudly.