The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Chapter 441 I Love You
 

Instead of responding to her so-called love with appreciation, Dave sneered in disgust. “And who exactly deserves me? You?”

Dave had no issues with the working class or those employed as servants; he didn’t judge them based on their occupations.

Instead, he valued integrity and professionalism. Although he could be quite lazy at times, he made it a point to deliver results that exceeded expectations whenever he does his work.

However, if someone crossed the line, they would witness a different side of him.

And at this moment, the maid had done just that.

Upon hearing Dave mock her feelings for him, the maid’s face drained of color. Her lips trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks.

The butler, equally taken aback, valued the maid for her competence and the camaraderie she shared with the other staff.

Yet, he never imagined she harbored such intense feelings for their master.

The maid felt her love ridiculed and betrayed by the very man she adored. “Master Dave, I may be just a lowly servant in your household, but you have no right to question the sincerity of my feelings for you.”

“They are pure and genuine. Out of love, I only wanted to protect you and shield you from women who seek to use you. Everything I’ve done is for your sake!” She sobbed, her voice breaking, the anguish in her words more genuine than before.

“Love me? You think this is for my sake? What do you mean by ‘pure’ and ‘genuine’ love?” Dave scoffed, his eyes narrowing dangerously, a menacing glint evident in his gaze.

“You’re not the only woman who has professed her love for me. Do you think I owe you anything simply because you claim to love me?”

“And if you’re truly acting in my best interest, why do you resemble an envious snake, eager to devour my woman simply because she isn’t you? Don’t assume I didn’t notice your expression just because you tried to hide it,” Dave said with a smirk, clicking his tongue in disdain.

“Rather than claiming this is for my benefit, I’d find it far more amusing—and bold—if you admitted you’re acting out of your own selfish desires.”

“That’s the truth. Don’t even try to convince me your love is pure and genuine; if it were, you wouldn’t be attempting to drive away the woman I care about just to keep me from being with her.”

“In truth, all you wanted was to isolate me, waiting for the chance to comfort me at my lowest so you could sneak your way into my bed—and my pants.”

“Don’t even try to sully the meaning of pure and genuine love. Like they say, a dark heart always sees the ugliness in others, because your vision is tainted by the blackness in your own heart.”

“Since you’re fully aware that you’re a servant to my family, shouldn’t you know your place instead of lusting after your master? So tell me—who’s the real gold digger here?” Dave didn’t hold back, determined to make his point.

When the maid called Hera a gold digger, it wasn’t Hera who took offense—it was him.

Anger burned within him, not because of the insult itself, but because they were treating Hera this way when she clearly wasn’t the person they were trying to paint her as.

And even if she were a gold digger, that would be his concern and no one else’s.

So, despite his harsh and cutting words, Dave didn’t care. Everyone knew well enough that he wasn’t someone you wanted to provoke.

The maid had managed to press all of Dave’s wrong buttons, provoking him to the brink.

He was barely holding onto his anger, not wanting to frighten Hera or reveal the extent of his temper.

Instead, he chose to keep his composure and talk some sense into the woman who claimed to love him.

Though Dave knew that reasoning with a delusional person was like talking to a wall, he still felt compelled to say his piece.

Even if the maid refused to listen, he knew that some of his words would linger, haunting her and cutting deeper than any punishment he could impose.

The stronger her feelings for Dave, the deeper his words would cut, driving the knife further into her heart.

The pain would linger, a constant reminder of her actions, and that would be the price she had to pay for crossing the line in front of Hera.

This was Dave’s method of retribution. He never resorted to physical confrontation but always struck where it hurt the most—shattering someone’s heart and mind with his words.

After delivering his final blow, Dave noticed the light in the maid’s eyes fade, and only then did his gaze narrow.

He stood up, his posture rigid, turning his attention to the butler, who was still paralyzed by shock.

The events had escalated so rapidly that the butler’s mind struggled to process everything.

It wasn’t until he caught sight of Dave’s deadly glare that the butler’s senses returned, pulling him back from the edge of panic.

The butler quickly composed himself, awaiting Dave’s next instructions.

“Remove her from the premises. Pay her remaining salary and triple her severance before sending her away,” Dave ordered coldly, showing no sign of remorse.

This, in fact, was his version of leniency, given that she had served the family for a decade since her youth.

As if struck by a sudden thought, Dave added, “Also, transfer all the younger female staff working here to the old mansion and let my mother handle their discipline.

Bring the older maids from there to replace them.”

Dave didn’t need to elaborate further—his intentions were clear, and the butler understood the underlying message.

Without hesitation, he began dragging the maid away as Dave dismissed them, hurrying to carry out his orders.

The butler dragged the maid away, her once vibrant demeanor now reduced to a shell, as if all the life had been drained from her.

But Dave didn’t spare her a second thought. When he turned to see Hera wiping her clothes with a napkin, his cold facade melted into a gentle, albeit weary, smile as he approached her.

“I’m truly sorry about this,” he said, his voice softening.

“I know this has overshadowed our wonderful dinner, and I hope this incident won’t tarnish your impression of the Carsons—or of me.” The intimidating figure from earlier had vanished, replaced by an expression that teetered on the edge of tears, reminiscent of a chastised child.

Hera smiled sweetly at Dave, she wasn’t deaf enough not to hear everything he said.

She recognized that while his words were undeniably harsh and out of line, they were likely the only way to make the maid cease her behavior.

Hera understood that the maid’s feelings for Dave might have been genuine; after all, a decade spent in the Carson household could easily foster such emotions.

It wasn’t hard to see how a woman might fall for Dave, given his charm and success—qualities that could captivate any heart.

However, even though she may have genuinely loved him, that was no justification for her actions.

While her behavior might have seemed mild and could be labeled a harmless prank, allowing it to go unaddressed would only embolden her.