Ex Husband Goes Money Comes

Chapter 108 I Am the Master

So, this was all that she had done in three years?

Orlando didn’t know what to say.

He knew Whitney was harsh to her daughter-in-law. Could it be that Whitney fired the servants in the villa and handed all the household chores to her?

At that time, every time he went home from work, he saw that the house was clean and the food was steaming, and he never cared about the details.

Because he was mad at Nash for forcing him to marry Viola, he always chose to ignore her. When Orlando was in a bad mood, he would mock her…

Viola noticed he was lost in thought and waved her hand in front of his eyes before continuing.

“However, you’d better be mentally prepared. If you want it to be one year instead of three years, the things you need to do will double.”

Orlando shook his head and sneered.

She wouldn’t suffer any losses.

Viola walked in front and didn’t pay attention to his expression. She thought of something and said, “Oh right, 1 forgot to buy the washing machine. You will dry the clothes with your hands. Some clothes are made of different materials. Split them up. Don’t make a mistake.”

Orlando stared at her back and mercilessly exposed her lame excuse.

“You will buy a washing machine? When I transferred the house to you, I remember a woman named Rayna was busy and changed the furniture and appliances in the house.”

After being exposed, Viola turned around and gave him a cold glance, not intending to hide it.

Yes, she deliberately gave the washing machine to the welfare home.

The children in the welfare home needed washing machines more than he did.

The two silently entered the hall.

Viola groped around the wall for a bit, and with the movement of muscle memory, she turned on the lights instantly.

The living room was bright, and the house was still the original structure, but the furniture and the matching style were not the same black and white.

Viola walked directly to the kitchen, while Orlando followed her quietly.

Coming to the kitchen, she lookout a thick book from the storage cabinet and handed it to Orlando.

“This is a cookbook in the future, you have to follow the instructions in the book. Every meal should have meat, vegetable, and soup. But it can’t be the same dishes every day.”

and flipped

at the time. It

you sleep in the room tonight, you can choose a

upstairs to the study. She had a lot of work

her figure disappear into the stairwell and finally relaxed. It hurt so much that he arched his back and held the

and stuck to the wound. He was unable

he used a towel to warm it for a few minutes before separating the shirt

quickly took off

he had been injected with the medicine, he was so tired that he could only wring the shirt

choice but to put on the wel shirt that was barely dripping and put on the dark suit jacket. If one

he had exhausted all his strength and

special medicine

had taken up more than half an hour before Orlando started cooking. He had to grit

opened the refrigerator and saw there were all kinds of vegetables and meat.

obvious that she planned

eyes darkened, but no one knew what

Viola sat

She was concentrated.

was in its third season, and it was

back to continue recording after recovering froin her injuries. Sherlyn did not seem to be affected and quickly got into her stride. She had always been in the top fifteen. If there was no accident, she should be able to

seemed everything was going in the right

show, Viola called Aisha who was at

floor tonight. Alisha was very loud and cursed you, so I

become servants, you should restrain them according to the request of the servants. If they don’t listen, you can punish them liowever you want. But there’s one thing. Discipline the

Ms. Zurnthior, don’t worry. I’ll handle

The window was not closed, Viola suddenly smelled a burning scent in

seemed to be…

ran downstairs,

as he tried to fan

a meal. Are you going to burn the house?” Viola

off the

long while, the choking smell almost

in the pot that had been burned black like charcoal and asked, “What is

ribs,”

again. It was hard to

And it was burnt. Even the recipe couldn’t save you. How bad a cook are

with a small fire for an hour and a half. I thought it was too slow and turned up