Chapter 328: The Look in Her Eyes Is a Little Strange

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: The Look in Her Eyes Is a Little Strange

Manager Archer looked at the plump woman and explained with a smile, "Ms. Dempsey is looking for a housekeeper. If she finds you suitable, you’ll have a job."

"So, is Ms. Dempsey here?" the plump woman asked eagerly. "I’m a very hard worker. The client will definitely be satisfied."

Rhea Dempsey and Renee Jennings had their backs to the plump woman, but the voice sounded increasingly familiar.

The mother and daughter exchanged a look and turned around.

The plump woman met their gazes, and her expression froze instantly.

Renee Jennings saw the woman’s chubby face, raised an eyebrow, and a flicker of amusement flashed in her eyes.

’Old Hag Crawford,’ she thought. ’What a coincidence.’

Old Hag Crawford had never imagined she would run into Rhea Dempsey and Renee Jennings here.

She stiffly averted her gaze and looked at Manager Archer. "Is this the Ms. Dempsey from Eastgate Villa you mentioned?"

"Yes," Manager Archer nodded.

Old Hag Crawford was instantly petrified.

After a long moment, she recovered and said in disbelief, "Rhea Dempsey, are you working as a housekeeper now too? Are you here hiring for your employer?"

"Carter, what kind of joke is that?" Manager Archer scolded. "How could Ms. Dempsey possibly be a housekeeper?"

"There’s no way she lives in a villa! I don’t believe it!" Old Hag Crawford shook her head forcefully. "On what grounds could she afford a villa? And Eastgate Villa, at that!"

Renee Jennings said mockingly, "So, Ms. Crawford has to work as a housekeeper now?"

When Old Hag Crawford heard this, a wave of hatred surged in her heart.

’Why do I need to work as a housekeeper? Isn’t it all because of Renee Jennings?’

She had casually lied that Renee had died in a car accident. But when that family found out she was actually cursing Renee, her entire family lost their jobs.

Now, she was the family pariah.

Her son and daughter were sitting at home, waiting for her to support them. If she didn’t work as a housekeeper, her only other option was to collect scrap.

But she couldn’t even compete with others in collecting scrap, so in the end, she chose to become a housekeeper.

But she had paid Manager Archer’s fee and met several potential employers, none of whom were satisfied with her.

More than half a month had passed, and she still hadn’t found a job.

"So you all know each other?" Manager Archer asked in surprise.

"We do," Renee Jennings said with a light laugh. "Ms. Crawford was quite famous in the neighborhood where we used to live."

Rhea Dempsey also added leisurely, "Ms. Crawford, didn’t you used to say you could make money just by lying down? Why the need to come out and work as a housekeeper?"

"Make money just by lying down?" Manager Archer looked suspicious. "It’s not what I’m thinking, is it?"

Renee Jennings raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Let your imagination run wild."

Rhea Dempsey: "Manager Archer, aren’t you afraid female employers will come knocking on your door later?"

Manager Archer: "..."

Her mind raced, and she instantly understood. "Ladies, excuse me for a moment."

"Carter." Manager Archer stood up, walked over to Old Hag Crawford, and said earnestly, "Look, you’ve been registered with me for over half a month and have met several employers, but none have been a good fit. Perhaps my agency just isn’t right for you..."

Manager Archer would rather earn a little less money than have employers coming to settle scores with her later.

"I’ll refund the registration fee you paid. You should try other industries."

’If someone who likes to ’make money lying down’ goes and seduces the male head of the household, it’ll be a total disaster.’

Old Hag Crawford wasn’t willing to lose face in front of Renee Jennings and Rhea Dempsey, so she didn’t say anything, took the money, and left.

"Ms. Dempsey, thank you so much for the warning today." Manager Archer returned to her desk, her face full of gratitude. "I’ve sent her away."

Rhea Dempsey nodded. "Isn’t there one more candidate?"

"Yes," Manager Archer said. "Let me give them a nudge."

Renee Jennings got up and walked to the window, where she saw two small birds on the ledge, CHIRPING as they chatted.

She opened the window, and just as she was about to chat with them, she suddenly heard a magpie speaking.

"There are three humans in here. Which one is Danielle Archer, the one who’s about to die?"

The magpie’s companion, a sparrow, answered, "I think it’s the plump one, the big one. This sparrow has seen her picture."

The magpie sighed. "She’s so pitiful."

"Right," the sparrow nodded. "Being killed by her own family is just too tragic."

"Why do her family members want to kill her?" Renee Jennings asked softly. "Do you two know?"

The magpie and the sparrow followed the sound and looked at Renee Jennings, surprise flashing in their tiny, mung-bean-sized eyes.

"Is this magpie dreaming? Is this human talking to us?"

"You heard it too? This sparrow thought I was hearing things!"

"You’re not hearing things," Renee Jennings said with a smile. "I really am talking to you."

The magpie boldly asked, "How are you so amazing? It’s the first time this magpie has ever met a human who can understand it!"

"It’s the first time for this sparrow, too," the sparrow added.

Manager Archer had already hung up the phone. She gave Rhea Dempsey an apologetic smile. "I’m so sorry, Ms. Dempsey. The other candidate said something came up at home and can’t make it."

Rhea Dempsey frowned. "So I made another trip for nothing."

"I’m very sorry," Manager Archer said, looking embarrassed.

Rhea Dempsey turned her head to look at Renee Jennings. Seeing her daughter chatting with the little birds outside the window, the frown on her brow smoothed out. She said lightly, "It’s fine. I’ll just consider it a trip for a cup of tea."

"Thank you," Manager Archer said, extremely grateful. "I have some new tea that I’ve heard is very good. Shall I brew a pot for you to try?"

Rhea Dempsey looked away. "Whatever’s fine."

Renee Jennings was still leaning on the windowsill talking to the birds. Manager Archer glanced over and said in surprise, "Those two little birds aren’t afraid of the young lady."

Usually, they fly away as soon as someone gets close, even through the glass.

"My daughter has a way with animals," Rhea Dempsey said with a smile.

Renee Jennings, having heard the whole story from the two little birds, now looked at Manager Archer with a touch of pity in her eyes.

Manager Archer, likely finding it novel that the two little birds weren’t afraid of Renee Jennings, glanced over curiously and happened to meet Renee’s gaze.

She felt that the young woman’s gaze was a bit strange, as if it held some deeper meaning.

Manager Archer frowned slightly and asked hesitantly, "Miss, do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes." Renee Jennings closed the glass window. The two little birds were now in her cupped hands.

She walked up to Manager Archer, holding the two birds.

Manager Archer’s eyes fell on the birds in her hands. "How are they willing to stay so still?"

"Because we have a connection," Renee Jennings said as she pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Miss, the way you were looking at me just now... is something wrong?" Manager Archer couldn’t help but ask.

Renee Jennings pursed her lips and said slowly, "I just heard something about your family, and I find it quite unbelievable."

"About my family?" Manager Archer thought she was joking and said, amused, "Miss, who did you hear it from?"

’She hasn’t even seen Renee leave the room. Where could she have heard anything?’

Renee Jennings lowered her gaze to the two small birds in her palms. "I heard it from them."

"Them?" The smile on Manager Archer’s face deepened. "Are you talking about these two little birds?"

"Yes." Renee Jennings nodded.

Manager Archer: "..."

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

’Renee Jennings looks like she’s an adult. Why is she making the kind of jokes only a child would make?’