Briar was laying on a recliner under the sunshade like a noblewoman when she shouted at the servants. �Why do all of you look so lazy? Move! Get rid of all the flowers and trees Renee planted and replace them with my favorite roses. If you can�t get this done before noon, don�t think about getting your lunch!�

A few servants toiled under the sun like beasts of burden, not daring to rest even a moment though they were worn, parched and on the verge of passing out.

�This new mistress is such a pitiless person. She does not even treat us as human beings. The yard is so big, and there are so many plants. How can we clear them in such a short time?�

�You bet! She looks soft and gentle, but her heart is more vicious than a wicked witch. Comparing the two mistresses, the former is ten thousand times better!�

�I really miss her. She usually listened to us and never acted cocky. She would even cook for us sometime. Should I know this would happen, I would have treated her better��

The servants who were clearing the plants in a far corner of the yard gossiped out of irritation.

In the heat of the excitement of badmouthing Briar, they failed to realize her standing behind them. She angrily kicked them and shouted,

�I can see you are in good spirits! It seems that the task is too easy for you. Well then, run laps for me, a hundred laps each!�

The servants paled. They were too terrified to even breathe.

�What are you waiting for? Go and run, now. If you don�t want to, you can pack your stuff and get out of my house!� barked Briar fiercely.

She was already jealous of Renee, thinking she was no match for the latter. Now, even the servants thought that she was inferior to Renee. This was something she would never allow to happen!

�Miss Miss Desrosiers, the sun is so strong now, and we are old. I�m afraid we won�t be able to run a hundred laps�� Lydia, the housekeeper, said cautiously.

�Haha, you can�t bear it?�

Briar crossed her arms against her chest and said with a peevish voice, �But why didn�t you think of it when you were badmouthing me in secret? I don�t care. In a nutshell, those who don�t run enough laps today will have to get the hell out!�

The servants were reluctant to give up such a well�paying job, so they could only start running laps.

The more they ran, the more they missed the time Renee was Mrs. Hunt.

There was no such thing as a master�servant relationship at that time. They even dared to walk all over her and bully her as much as they desired.

Renee was never a two�faced person like Briar, domineering them on the one hand while acting like a dainty woman and complaining to Master Hunt on the other.

The few servants were already in their forties. They could lose their lives from just running a few laps, let alone a hundred.

One of them had already collapsed from exhaustion. JrNovels.com