From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 277: Chapter 277

After Keeley woke up, she started preparing for the evening banquet.
At Bamboo Oasis, inside Josie's beauty salon, Keeley was enjoying the exclusive service of Josie's personal beautician.
The beautician's hands applied slightly more pressure than usual, and Keeley immediately showed an unhappy expression.
"What are you looking at? Using so much force—are you trying to ruin my face? Is this how you usually do facials for my sister-in-law?" Without asking for an explanation, Keeley lashed out at the beautician.
As if scolding wasn't enough, Keeley pinched the beautician's thigh hard.
The beautician cried out in pain and quickly stepped back, looking at Keeley in fear, completely shocked that Keeley had actually dared to lay hands on her.
Josie had three beauticians in total, all of whom lived at the Godard estate.
They only worked when Josie needed them. If Josie didn't need them, they had nothing to do.
Every month, they received a generous salary from Josie, and the work wasn't strenuous.
Although Josie was a wealthy heiress, she had a good temper. As long as they did their job well, she wouldn't make things difficult for them. So they all cherished this job—except for one troublesome issue: Keeley.
Keeley wasn't even part of the Godard family, yet her temper was worse than Josie's, the legitimate heiress. Not only did she make unreasonable demands, but she also frequently gave them a hard time.
Because of this, none of them wanted to serve Keeley.
But there was nothing they could do—Josie doted on Keeley.
No matter how difficult Keeley had been in the past, she had never physically hurt anyone before. No one knew what had gotten into her today—Keeley had actually laid hands on the beautician.
The beautician who had been pinched was furious and upset, but she had no choice but to suppress her anger and explain to Keeley, "Miss Keeley, this is just how the technique works. There are pressure points in this area, so pressing them might hurt a little. We do it the same way for Josie."
Keeley didn't listen to a word of her explanation. "Stop talking nonsense. I'm warning you—tonight is very important to me. If anything happens to my face, I won't let you off."
The poor beautician stood there, lost and unsure of what to do.
Keeley glared at her. "What are you standing around for? Keep going!"
Helpless, the beautician resumed the treatment, making sure to apply less pressure.
Whether or not the beauty treatment would be effective was no longer her concern. At least it was better than getting pinched again.
"Tonight, I have to stun everyone. I want all eyes on me—especially his," Keeley murmured, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the treatment.
It sounded like she was speaking to the beautician, but in reality, she was talking to herself.
The beautician rolled her eyes and ridiculed Keeley in her heart. She thought, 'Isn't the star of the night supposed to be the eldest daughter of the main family? Keeley is just an outsider staying at her brother and sister-in-law's house, so why is she trying to steal the spotlight?
'Anyone who doesn't know better might think she is the main character. Shameless.'
Before the beauty treatment was even finished, a servant came in with a message. "Miss Keeley, your little nephew has arrived."
"Tommy's here?" Keeley opened her eyes, clearly displeased. "Why is he so early?"
The servant stood there quietly, not daring to say anything.
Keeley closed her eyes again. "Tell him to wait patiently. I'll go over after I'm done."
Nothing could interfere with her looks tonight. She had to present herself in the most perfect state when she saw Dominick.
Her mind drifted back to the day Dominick had saved her. Her body had crashed into his firm chest, and when she looked up, she had seen his perfectly sculpted, sexy jawline.
Keeley thought, 'That man must have an amazing body. I wonder how it feels when he's on me.'
Keeley's shameless thoughts spiraled, making her cheeks grow redder and redder. About forty minutes later, she finally strolled out of the beauty salon.
She deliberately imitated Josie's graceful, lazy elegance in her movements. However, to everyone else, it looked like an awkward and exaggerated attempt.
But Keeley didn't notice. On the contrary, she felt that she looked absolutely stunning.
The reception hall of Bamboo Oasis was on the second floor. Before Keeley even arrived, she could already hear the loud, destructive shouts of a young boy.
Annoyed, she walked over and saw an eight- or nine-year-old boy standing on an expensive sofa, holding a jade ornament while jumping around wildly.
Next to him sat two women—one old, one young.
The young woman, looking uneasy, glanced at the surrounding servants and gently urged the boy, "Tommy, stop making trouble. These things are very expensive. If you break them, we won't be able to pay for them."
The older woman beside her, however, looked completely indifferent. "What are you afraid of? If they break, they break. Do you think Josie will actually make us pay for them?"
The young woman turned her head and looked at the elderly woman with a troubled expression. "But these things—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Keeley's irritated voice cut her off. "What are you doing? Trying to tear down the house?"
Keeley, wearing slippers worth over a hundred thousand, walked over with the demeanor of a hostess, clearly in a foul mood.
She snapped at the maids standing motionless on the side. "What are you all standing around for? Why aren't you stopping this? What's the point of keeping you here?"
The maids lowered their heads in silence, not daring to talk back to Keeley.
Technically, Josie was the owner of this house, but Keeley's temper was even worse than hers.
Yet, even when scolded, they had no choice but to endure it. After all, the Godard siblings were highly favored by Josie.
"Oh, Keeley, you're back?" The elderly woman was the first to react, smiling at Keeley. However, she remained seated on the sofa, making no move to get up.
Instead, the young woman sitting beside her quickly stood up and greeted Keeley in a soft voice.
Her eyes held both timidity and an unmistakable trace of envy. "Keeley."
"Mm," Keeley lazily responded with a hum through her nose, and then frowned, "What's going on? Didn't I tell you to just bring Tommy over? Why are there so many people here?"
The elderly woman's expression shifted slightly, realizing Keeley was subtly calling her out.
"Your cousin couldn't handle Tommy on her own, so I came to help her out. Besides, we're all family, aren't we? Your home is my home—why wouldn't I come?
"Your uncle went to play mahjong, otherwise, he would've come too." The elderly woman spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world, completely unconcerned about the presence of outsiders.
The maids who overheard her acted as if they hadn't. They knew these were people from Zim's side of the family—difficult to deal with, but not to be offended easily.
The elderly woman remained indifferent, but Keeley grew slightly nervous and glanced at the surrounding maids. "You're all dismissed. Go take a break."
The maids, relieved, quickly left. They had no desire to stay in that room any longer.
Once all the outsiders were gone, Keeley turned to the elderly woman with a displeased look. "Aunt, watch what you say. You don't have to blurt out everything."