CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

Chapter 8

Dumbfounded at being mistaken for the new maid, Finley did not react for a moment.

Meanwhile, the housekeeper, Kate Jones, was getting annoyed with the strange newcomer who seemed a little slow.

Not once did Kate think that the strange girl in the living room was a guest. After all, no other women had been allowed to visit Turner Mansion.

Especially with that ugly face and cheap clothes…

“Are you deaf, Girl? What are you still standing there for? Chop chop! Get to work.”

Finley was about to explain who she was when the housekeeper started grumbling under her breath about dumb and lazy maids.

Tired and hungry, Finley decided to ignore the housekeeper.

She wasn’t stupid. After waiting for half an hour, that husband of hers hadn’t shown up yet. He must be lurking somewhere, waiting to see what she would do.

Finley tossed the uniform to the side and sat on the sofa.

Kate’s face turned red with anger, “How dare you! Get up! How can a maid relax on the sofa like this?”

Finley raised a brow at the housekeeper’s attitude.

Then she coldly said, “I never said I was the new maid.”

If she couldn’t even deal with the staff, how would she have the gall to take on the role of Mrs. Turner?

Kate blinked in surprise when the strange young lady said casually, “Sorry but I’m a friend of Mr. Turner.”

“You? How can you be Mr. Turner’s friend? I’ve never seen the boss have a friend like you before.” Finley chuckled dryly, “I’m one of a kind. Though if we were specific about it, I’m a new friend… and his new doctor.”

and blurted out the last part of

guffawing. “You’re a doctor? You look like you’re barely

her doubts to

and placed her fingers on her wrist, taking the older woman’s pulse. Meanwhile, she

What are you

doctor. Shh,

“What kind of doctor

good one. Now,

moments, Finley released the

have headaches, chest pains,

her mouth but no words came

what I was complaining to my

you should

that the only

you, I’m Finley

are you Mr. Turner’s new personal

Finley nodded.

Those were all the roles she would need to

watching the

out. What was the point when he couldn’t smell anything? Remembering the fragrance from Finley’s perfume bottle, he said to the man standing

“Yes, Sir?”

her to my

for a moment, thinking that he

gaze burned and Harry hurriedly nodded,

on his brow. Who was he to

Harry arrived to lead Finley upstairs, she smirked. It seemed like her theory was correct. “Hi, Honey!” Finley said as she walked into the bedroom. Completely disregarding the man’s cold aura. She made no comment

like her house, Finley walked to