Chapter 25

This is getting interesting. Paula is probably going to show up, and how will Shirley handle it then?

Sure enough, a few days later, on the day Brandon was off, the doorbell rang.

I had a premonition and looked over. Shirley went to open the door, and when she saw who it was, her voice lost control.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I already transfer the money to you?"

I immediately confirmed that it was Paula, while Brandon was focused on his phone, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

I got up and said loudly, "Who is it?"

I walked to the door, and Shirley tried to block the person behind her, but Paula stubbornly poked her head out from behind. "Is it Mrs. Jordan? I'm Shirley's sister, Paula."

My eyes lit up. "Really? Please come in, come in."

I looked at Shirley disapprovingly. "Seriously, Shirley, why didn't you invite Paula in? Are you trying to drive her away? Is our home some kind of unsightly place?"

Shirley gave an awkward smile, her face turning pale. "It's just that Paula hasn't seen much of the world, and I was afraid she'd be rude."

I quickly waved my hand. "No worries, your family is our family, the Jordan family. Come on in."

Paula came in willingly, looking around the house with amazement in her eyes.

"Mrs. Jordan, your house is really big."

Shirley pushed her discontentedly. "Can you stop acting like you've never seen the world?"

"Oh, I think Paula is quite cute. If she likes it here, she can stay for a few days."

I led Paula to the sofa, and it was clear that Brandon had noticed what was happening.

I had to admit, Simon had a good eye. Paula looked almost identical to Shirley, but she was younger and more refined.

No wonder Shirley didn't want Paula to come here; Paula indeed outshone her.

Brandon's gaze lingered on Paula's face for a long time, and he asked, "Are you Shirley's sister?"

Paula nodded shyly, her face blushing. "Yes, my name is Paula."

Shirley's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, her expression gloomy.

"What are you doing here? Mrs. Jordan, Mr. Jordan doesn't have time to listen to your introduction. If you have something to say, say it and leave."

Paula glanced at Shirley timidly. "Shirley, I'm here looking for a job. I've graduated, but it's hard to find a job this year, so I wanted to ask you..."

Before Paula could finish, Shirley interrupted, "No."

I glanced at her. "Why do you always stop Paula? We're in Skyview City, and there are plenty of job opportunities. It's a good thing Paula wants to come and gain experience."

Paula nodded. "I don't like the jobs back home. I just want to see the big city. Shirley, can you help me find a job? I'm out of money."

Shirley was annoyed and nodded. "I'll transfer you some money later. You can find a hotel and look for a job on your own. I can't help you."

Paula looked at Brandon for help. "Mr. Jordan, does your family need a maid? I can work with Shirley..."

Shirley interrupted Paula again. "Why do we need so many maids? You're just here to cause trouble. Leave now."

Brandon glanced at Shirley with displeasure. "Caroline is right. It's a good thing she wants to develop in the big city. Why do you keep driving Paula away?"

Shirley fell silent, looking at Brandon with resentment.

Unfortunately, Brandon was only staring at Paula. I found his lustful gaze disgusting.

I suppressed my disgust and asked, "What did you major in?"

Paula replied, "Literature."

I nodded and suddenly suggested, "Brandon, don't you need a secretary? Why not let Paula try? Shirley is so meticulous, Paula can't be much worse."

Before Brandon could speak, Shirley loudly objected, "That's definitely not possible. She'll surely cause trouble for Mr. Jordan. I don't agree."

Brandon snorted coldly. "It's not up to you to disagree."

He looked at Paula. "What do you think?"

Paula's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly. "If that's possible, that would be great. I won't cause you any trouble."

"Trouble? Shirley has helped our family so much. It's only right to take care of you. Have you found a place to rent?"

Paula shook her head pitifully. "Not yet. I spent all my money on the way here."

Shirley was about to speak. "I'll give you..."

I quickly interrupted. "Then find a guest room and stay here. You can move out when you get your salary. You can stay close to Shirley. She hasn't been home for so many years; you must miss her."

Paula nodded. "Yes, I miss Shirley very much."

Shirley glared at her angrily and looked at Brandon, wanting to say more. "Mr. Jordan, this matter is not..."

But he ignored Shirley and got up, saying, "It's settled. Listen to Caroline. Paula, come to work with me tomorrow. I'll help you get familiar with the job."

Paula nodded repeatedly. "Thank you, Mr. Jordan. Thank you, Mrs. Jordan."

Brandon went upstairs, and I excused myself, saying I was tired and went to my room to sleep.

But actually, I was giving the sisters some space to be alone.

I had a feeling that Paula wasn't that simple.

After going to my room, I left the door slightly open and listened quietly.

Sure enough, after things quieted down upstairs, Shirley couldn't wait to confront Paula.

"What are you really here for? I send you money every month. What more do you want?"

Paula sneered. "Who can you fool with that little money? You're living so well out here, while Mom and Dad and I are struggling at home. Do you have any conscience?"

"What does that have to do with me? From the moment they favored you and didn't let me go to school, they were no longer my parents. Sending them money is already more than enough."

"Spare me. If it weren't for Mom and Dad, would you be living such a good life? You really don't know how to be grateful."

Shirley sneered. "If Mom and Dad are so great, why did you come here? You couldn't stay there either."

"What does it have to do with you? Why should you live in such a house and eat such food, and I can't have any of it?"

"Whatever, but you have to move out in a month."

"We'll see about that. Where's my guest room?"

Their conversation ended, and I closed the door.

Thinking about the way Brandon looked at Paula earlier made me feel like throwing up.

Shirley must have noticed too; otherwise, she wouldn't be so eager to get Paula to leave.

But since Brandon had his eyes on Paula, Shirley probably couldn't stop her no matter what she did. I was just helping Brandon out a bit.

Watching them fight would be quite entertaining.

That night, Paula stayed at our house. At dinner, we were all seated, and Paula arrived late, wearing a strapless dress, looking very innocent.

Brandon's eyes lit up, while Shirley's face turned dark as she looked at Brandon.