Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 414

Hugh and Serena walked out of the study, leaving Eric frozen in place, still trying to process what had just happened.

Sure, the mess of unfinished work was mostly his own doing, but when it came to Larson Group business, Hugh had never hesitated to step in and help.

And now? He had just dropped everything—all for a woman from a business marriage.

Serena, Sarah—it didn't matter. "Vixens! The whole damn Jansen family… Are they trying to twist every man in the Larson family around their fingers?"

He slammed his laptop shut. Work was the last thing on his mind now. With a sigh, he got up and headed back to his room.

But before he reached it, Sarah's smug voice rang out from downstairs.

"So what if you're a Larson family maid? I'm carrying the family's first great-grandchild! If you break even one of my cups, I'll have you fired on the spot!"

Eric looked down from the second-floor landing.

The one being scolded was Jenny Tucker, an older maid who had always been close to Melissa. Jenny had looked after the whole family with genuine care over the years and had even earned Calvin's respect.

Now, she stood there with reddened eyes from Sarah's insults. She gripped her cap and threw it to the floor.

"Ms. Sarah, you're far too high and mighty for people like us. I've worked in this house for over ten years, but that's enough. I'm done."

"Jenny!" Melissa came rushing out at the sound of her voice.

The thought of losing Jenny, the one who always helped her with massages, was unbearable. She immediately chased after her.

But Jenny, fast and sure-footed after years of housework, was gone before Melissa could even reach the front door.

Frustrated, Melissa turned back and glared at Sarah. "You've only been here for a few hours, and you're already tearing the place apart!"

Sarah lounged lazily on the couch and ran a hand over her belly as she replied, "So what if I've only been here for a few hours? Mrs. Larson, you should carry yourself with authority. You're going after a maid—aren't you embarrassed? That's not exactly a good look for the family, is it?"

"You—"

"And honestly," Sarah went on with a sweet, mocking smile, "you're supposed to be the wife of the eldest grandson, yet you can't even hold your own against Serena. Isn't that just because you're too weak?