Andres, her wealthy boyfriend, stood still. What he had just witnessed churned his stomach. He looked at Rosa not as an employee, but as a human being demeaned in front of dozens of eyes. Fury boiled beneath his calm exterior.

Vanessa transformed to him with a sly grin, finding agreement. “Darling, isn’t it absurd? Check how pathetic she looks. She destr0yed the beauty of this home.”

But Andres’s face stayed cold, unreadable. Guests shifted uneasily, sensing the storm building.

At last, Rosa set the bag down, lifted her head, and spoke softly but firmly: “Miss, I may be nothing to you, but every day I work to keep this home shining. I don’t deserve to be stepped on.”

Her words struck like lightning. Vanessa’s expression tightened, and her laugh turned sharp. “How dare you talk back? You’re just staff. Know your place.”