Chapter 1236 Thanksgiving (XXIV)

• Time had changed things. Kate Penrose had stumbled and learned her lessons the hard way. She read the room better now, knew exactly how to play it. Sure, she would talk back to, even deliberately needle, ma'am He, but she also understood that Malcom Sawyer’s sway and clout were nothing to sneeze at. So even though she hated Malcom Sawyer—maybe even more than she hated ma'am He—she would still give him face. She was swallowing it for now. At this stage, the last thing she could do was push Malcom Sawyer into becoming her enemy.
• Kate had Malcom Sawyer figured out. He was obsessed with saving face. Half the reason he’d snubbed her before was because her stubborn streak constantly embarrassed him. And now, with her acting like this, he was obviously pleased. Malcom Sawyer chuckled. “Good you’re back. Happy holiday.” He totally ignored ma'am He, who looked like she was about to blow a fuse. He was the head of this house; whatever he wanted went. Ma'am He had been letting him down for a long time.
• A maid edged over and asked carefully, “ma'am, should we start the meal?”