No Maid Survived a Day With the Billionaires Triplets, Until the Black Woman Arrived and Did What No One Could

“…What kind of rules?” Oliver asked quietly.

Grace smiled.

“Fair ones.”

Upstairs, Alexander straightened slowly, his expression unreadable.

For the first time since his wife died, something unfamiliar stirred in his chest.

Hope.

And for the first time in their six chaotic years, the Harrington triplets didn’t try to break the woman standing in front of them.

They listened.