"Are the guest rooms upstairs? I'm tired and want to rest," Yvonne said, cutting Jerome off impatiently.
This brother and sister duo, one dumber than the next. No wonder their step-siblings had pushed them into a corner.
Jerome clearly disliked his niece. He frowned, waved a dismissive hand, and had a servant show her to a guest room upstairs.
The James family truly lived up to its reputation as a top-tier clan. Even the guest rooms were over a thousand square feet and fully equipped.
Yvonne wasn't a picky sleeper and slept soundly on the soft, imported mattress.
She slept until dawn and was woken the next day by a knock on the door.
"Yvonne, time to get up. We're having breakfast with your grandfather this morning, and we can't be late," Teresa's voice called from outside.
Yvonne rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, and ambled to the door.
When she opened the door, Teresa was standing there. She frowned at the sight of Yvonne's messy hair and bare feet.
"Look at you. Do you have any manners at all? Sleeping in so late at someone else's house... people will laugh their heads off if they find out."
Yvonne leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and said lazily, "If you don't want me here, I can leave right now. And for the record, 'sleeping in so late' traditionally refers to between nine and eleven in the morning. It's still early."


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