I Ran Away And The Reverse Harem Started Chapter 90

The other maids were appalled by Angela’s brazen attitude. Standing right behind Rosieta, Mika was so dumbfounded she felt like she was going to lose her mind.

‘Are you really going to drink that? I mean, logically, would you even want to drink something she gave you?!’

She had heard all about how the two had fought. And now, all of a sudden, just because Rosieta looked hot, Angela was offering her milk? Who in their right mind would take care of someone they just had a physical fight with? Anyone could see that there was something suspicious going on.

‘It’s not like she’s treating her like a complete pushover or anything.’

Mika felt furious, as if she were Rosieta herself. That smiling face—how many kids had Angela and Miriam tricked with it before?

“Rosieta, you don’t have to accept that. You should just—”

Mika reached for Rosieta’s shoulder, about to tell her to ignore it.

“Wow, I was really hot and thirsty. Thank you, Angela!”

“……?”

Unlike Mika, who stood frozen, Rosieta giggled and took the cup.

Angela was just as shocked. She hadn’t expected Rosieta to accept it so easily.

‘What the heck? I was planning to guilt-trip her into drinking it if she refused… but she’s just taking it without hesitation?’

What kind of reaction was this? Did she not have any sense of caution? A flood of thoughts ran through Angela’s mind, but in the end, she forced a smile despite her unease.

“Yeah. Drink it while it’s still cold.”

“Okay.”

Regardless of how puzzled everyone else was, Rosieta downed the entire glass of milk Angela had given her.

Not a single drop remained at the bottom of the cup.

As she looked at the perfectly emptied glass, Angela let out a peculiar smile.

 

 

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That night, Angela stayed awake until late, listening carefully outside her door.

It was a still, eerie hour—so quiet she could hear the cries of night birds echoing in the distance.

‘She should be coming out soon.’

Angela forced herself to contain her excitement as she slightly opened her door, trying to sense any movement.

A few weeks ago, on Colin’s birthday party night, Rosieta had sleepwalked out of her quarters.

And today, the herbs Angela had given her during the day were specifically chosen to worsen her sleepwalking condition. That meant Rosieta would undoubtedly appear again tonight.

‘If she leaves the quarters, I’ll wait for her to fall deeper into sleep, then shove her into the toilette room. After that, I’ll call Mrs. Rosa over.’

Among the maids who had come to the summer villa, Anne had once worked in a hospital doing odd jobs. She knew a lot about sleepwalkers.

“I haven’t seen that many sleepwalkers, but most of them don’t wake up easily. Not unless you make a really loud noise or they get injured. I’ve even held their hands and guided them back to bed without them waking up.”

That meant Rosieta, who would already be stumbling half-asleep, could easily be led to the toilette room. And the herbs Angela used were said to have powerful effects.

‘If Rosieta gets caught wandering into the toilette room in the middle of the night, Mrs. Rosa will surely be horrified. That room is filled with expensive jewels—she’ll be punished immediately or, better yet, fired.’

For a mere maid to lay hands on her master’s valuables was an unforgivable crime. And given the late hour, she wouldn’t even be able to use the excuse that she was simply cleaning the room.

‘Everyone in the mansion will see her as a thief.’

It was a perfect plan. If Rosieta was caught red-handed, she wouldn’t even have a chance to defend herself before being kicked out. She might even be forced to pay an astronomical sum in damages for the stolen goods.

Just as Angela was indulging in her blissful fantasy, she heard a noise through the crack in the door.

“Ah.”

Angela inhaled sharply.

Someone had just stepped out of a room. The sound came from the opposite hallway, beyond the shared kitchen.

Angela silently crept out of her room and hid behind the wall, peeking past the kitchen. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she spotted a pale figure.

‘As expected…!’

Just as she had predicted, Rosieta was stumbling out of the kitchen. A broken cord dangled loosely from her wrist.

It was the very cord Angela had secretly tampered with, poking dozens of tiny holes in it to make it snap easily. It seemed to have broken effortlessly as Rosieta moved.

‘Everything is going according to plan.’

Angela struggled to contain her excitement.

She waited until Rosieta had fully left the quarters before following after her.

“Oh? She’s heading there all on her own?”

Angela was momentarily taken aback.

She had thought she’d have to guide Rosieta, but the girl was already making her way toward the villa by herself.

‘She’s probably too deeply asleep to know where she’s going. Stupid girl.’

The sight of Rosieta stumbling forward, completely unaware, sent a thrilling shiver down Angela’s spine. Things were unfolding even more smoothly than she had imagined.

Keeping her footsteps light, Angela followed from a distance.

Rosieta entered the villa and immediately began climbing the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor housed the young masters’ rooms and the toilette room.

Rosieta was heading straight for the toilette room.

Angela couldn’t believe her luck—there really must be a god in this world. Rosieta was walking right into the trap on her own.

She nearly let out a triumphant laugh.

Finally, Rosieta reached the toilette room. The door was slightly ajar, revealing a room filled with luxurious jewelry and accessories.

Angela hid at the landing, watching intently.

Rosieta slipped through the open doorway, stepping inside the toilette room on her own.

Angela wasted no time. She sprinted forward and slammed the door shut—just like trapping a mouse in a box.

‘It’s done. Everything is perfect!’

According to Anne, Rosieta wouldn’t wake up for at least another hour or two.

Angela hurried back to the maids’ quarters and began shaking everyone awake.

“Wake up, everyone! There’s a thief! A thief has broken into the mansion!”

“Huh? Angela…?”

She even woke up Anne, as well as the villa’s resident maids she barely knew. Then, she banged urgently on Mrs. Rosa’s door.

“Ma’am, Ma’am! There’s a thief in the house!”

“Mmm… A thief? What’s this commotion about?”

Mrs. Rosa frowned as she sat up, clearly irritated from being woken in the middle of the night.

But Angela didn’t falter.

“There’s a thief in the master’s toilette room! Just think of how many valuable rings are in there! We need to go now!”

The mention of a thief roused the other maids, who began gathering in the kitchen, rubbing their sleepy eyes.

Marie, Angie, and Mika were among them, staring at Angela in confusion.

Mrs. Rosa stepped out, draping a shawl over her shoulders.

“Angela, are you sure there’s a thief?”

“Yes! I saw someone entering the mansion. They were wearing a white nightgown.”

“A nightgown?”

The maids glanced at each other. They were all dressed in white nightgowns.

“You’re saying the thief is a woman?”

“Yes. And… I think she’s one of us.”

A murmur of dismay spread through the group.

They had all come out of their rooms—except for one person.

Mika, Angie, and Marie paled.

Marie was confused, but the other two immediately understood what was happening.

Mika clenched her jaw as she stared at Angela, who looked smug and triumphant.

‘Angela… She’s trying to frame Rosieta again, isn’t she?’

It was the same pattern they had seen time and time again.

Mika glared at Angela before stepping forward.

“Mrs. Rosa, I need to tell you something.”

She grabbed the madam’s arm, but Mrs. Rosa, now fully awake and aware of the situation’s urgency, adjusted her glasses and pushed Mika aside.

“Mika, whatever it is, it can wait. If there really is a thief, we need to act quickly.”

“But—”

“We’re going to the mansion. We need to check the toilette room.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Lead the way, Angela.”

Angela barely held back a victorious smirk as she answered.

With Angela at the front, Mrs. Rosa and the maids made their way toward the darkened mansion.

Her heart pounded in exhilaration.

‘You’re trapped now, Rosieta Jensen.’

Angela pictured Rosieta standing dumbly in the toilette room and shook her shoulders in excitement.

Mika and Angie followed behind the group, whispering anxiously.

“Where the hell is Rosieta? At this hour?”

“I don’t know… This feels wrong…”

“She’s not really in the toilette room, is she?”

Angela’s triumphant expression made them even more uneasy.

Had she used the same old trick again, setting Rosieta up to get her kicked out?

Marie followed in silence. She, too, had no idea where Rosieta had gone.

“We’re here. I saw her go in with my own eyes,” Angela declared confidently.

“She entered the toilette room? In the middle of the night? Secretly?”

Mrs. Rosa and the maids stood before the toilette room’s door.

Mrs. Rosa still looked skeptical.

Why would anyone enter the toilette room at this hour? The room was filled with expensive jewels. There could be only one reason.

Her expression darkened.

Angela had a point. Rosieta had been brought in as a maid through a distant connection to the Count. And now this…

With a headache forming, Mrs. Rosa pressed her fingers to her temple and let out a long sigh. Then, she nodded toward Angela.

“Open it.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Angela grinned triumphantly.

‘It’s over for you, Rosieta Jensen.’

She had been a nuisance from the start—a foolish girl who had dared to challenge her.

Angela grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open.

The room, bathed in eerie blue moonlight from the open terrace window, was revealed.

Angela eagerly searched for the familiar figure standing inside.

But the person in the dressing room…

Was not Rosieta.