The Telepath Maid Takes Down Her Evil Household

In my third year as a maid for the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family, I suddenly gained the ability to hear thoughts. The first voice belonged to matriarch Eleanor, walking toward her husband’s medical suite with saffron consommé. I’m moving early. Pin the murder on the maid. Not a dime for that little bitch.

I nearly dropped the mop, hands sweating. Then younger daughter Julie sauntered down the stairs, flashing a sweet smile. Her inner voice sneered: In my past life, this stupid maid took the fall. I’ll use her again.