?Chapter 176:


    Katrina’s expression darkened into a deep frown. Returning to the room, she stated tly, “Ronald and Wyatt are downstairs.”


    Without lifting his eyes from the screen, Caiden dismissed her words.


    “You deal with it. It’s probably about jobs again. What can those fools even manage, anyway?”


    Katrina’s gaze lowered as she studied Caiden’s indifferent profile. Her voice was calm but probing as she asked, “Did you go up to the rooftop earlier?”


    Still focused on his game, he replied in a distracted tone, “Why would I go up there? I’m upied here. Don’t disturb me.”


    The tension in Katrina’s chest finally started to subside, and a subtle smile crept onto her lips.


    “Alright.


    You focus on your game. I’ll take care of it. I’ll just tell them to talk to Dani. Those penniless rtives of ours are more trouble than they’re worth. Hiring them would only invite chaos into thepany.”


    Running apany meant one golden rule: never mix family with business.


    If they seeded, they’d demand praise. If they failed, you couldn’t even call them out.


    It was a headache waiting to happen.


    Caiden had always avoided hiring family, preferring to steer clear of unnecessaryplications.


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    This approach pleased Katrina immensely.


    To her, the Harper family’s fortune was meant solely for Joyce. Letting these rtives into the business was likeyingndmines—ready to go off and block Joyce’s path when her time came to take the reins. Handing this mess over to Dani felt ideal. Dani wasn’t her child, so Katrina had no reservations aboutplicating her life.


    Katrina took her time, slipping into a cozy outfit and carefully rubbing hand cream onto her skin. Only then did she make her way downstairs, her steps unhurried andposed.


    Downstairs, Ronald paced restlessly, his frustration evident.


    “When is Katrinaing down? Does she think she can stay upstairs forever? If she won’te, then call Caiden down instead!”


    The housekeeper responded courteously, “Mr. Harper is still in the bath, and Mrs. Harper oversees all family matters here. I ask for your patience.”


    Ronald nced at his watch, his expression darkening.


    “It’s been over thirty minutes! How much longer do we have to sit here?”


    The housekeeper, busy pouring drinks for the guests, seemed visibly uneasy.


    Turning to his family, Ronald vented furiously.


    “Look at this! Do you see how full of herself she is? Katrina was nothing more than a housekeeper here once! She wormed her way into Caiden’s bed while his first wife was too preupied to notice. Back in the day, a shameless woman like her would’ve had everyone pointing fingers. And now? She struts around as if she owns the ce! She’s the one calling the shots in the Harper family business while we, the real Harpers, are left out in the cold, unable to even secure jobs in our ownpany. And that’s not the end of it. After shoving her own daughter into Dani’spany, she destroyed that connection by persuading Caiden to sever ties with Dani entirely. Who does that? What kind of woman operates like this? Why is she still even a part of this family?”


    Desperation crept into Ronald’s tone as he turned to the elderly woman on the sofa.


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