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The butler looked confused, but still nodded quickly, “I see, sir. I will never say anything.”

Mr. Master’s practice must be kept secret. Like many kung fu masters he had seen on TV, their cultivation shall be kept secret.

The old butler's adoration to Timothy had greatly increased.

Rylee had a very tight sleep.

She didn't know that Timothy's bed was made of special wood to help sleep, and that the mattress was also made of memory foam whose design was based on ergonomics.

She got up, went to the window and opened the curtains. Wow, she couldn't help smiling in front of the amazing view.

“It's so beautiful! I didn’t expect that the gang leader actually has a taste.”

There were endless greens rushing into her eyes. Green lawns, green trees were in different structure and layers. Dark green, grassy green, light green, yellow-green layered on top of each other. It’s very beautiful, making her refreshed.

Farther away, it turned out to be the ocean.

“Is this place so close to the sea? Mr. Wheeler really know how to choose a place.”

After stretching, Rylee went downstairs.

The floor downstairs was lit up by the morning sun. Rylee walked down the spacious stairs. Silent and busy servants were doing their own jobs and Timothy was drinking tea.

Timothy is wearing an off-white V-neck T-shirt today and a pair of black jeans. His whole costume looks like a college student.

Actually... Mr. Wheeler was indeed very young.

He’s just twenty-six years old. It should be the prime of a man where he enjoy the benefits of youth and hansomeness.

“Morning, Mr. Wheeler. Oh sorry. Morning, Timothy. Hey.”

Rylee stuck out her little tongue.

Well, she had gotten used to calling him Mr. Wheeler. But he wasn’t happy that she called him so. Why did she keep forgetting this? Damn!

Timothy put down his tablet and raised his eyelids. His attractive face came into Rylee's sight. Timothy pointed to the clock on the wall and said, “It’s getting late, girl. It’s ten o’clock.”

Rylee made a face to him, squinting and smiling, “I'm sorry. It’s probably because I slept in a strange place. So, last night, well, I got a little insomnia. That's why I got up late.”

She was regretting in her mind. She was here to work as a maid, and how could the maid sleep until ten o'clock without any guilt. They didn’t hire her to be a queen.

Timothy almost laughed out. “You had insomnia last night? Fine, we'll stick to it then.”

Damn, no one slept more deeply than her last night. He kissed her breast but she was still asleep. He was confident that even if she was taken to Egypt, she can sleep soundly.

Timothy took a suggestive glance at her towering breast. He looked at the kitchen and spoke while tapping his fingers the table, “Bring up the breakfast.”

“Yes, sir.”

Rylee walked over, sat opposite Timothy, and asked, “Haven’t you had breakfast?”

“Nah.”

“Why haven't you had breakfast yet?”

Timothy glanced at Rylee. Well, he definitely couldn’t tell her that he was just waiting for her to have breakfast together. How awkward he would be if he said that?

just

butler

Wheeler got up at about six o'clock with the look that he didn't sleep well

tell that Timothy had taken

are the boss. But you wake up late too. So don't be so mean to your

......

eating breakfast, she couldn’t help looked at

so elegantly, and

do I have to

“Take care of me.”

Timothy said very ambiguously.

Give me an

to take good care

serve it for me. If I want to eat fruit, you must cut them into pieces and bring them to me. If I

you go take a bath and I will massage

speak, but she immediately found

she saw Timothy's

thing? Giving him a back massage? Isn't that the same

naked body last night. Something underneath him was spectacularly huge, tut tut. It's

the table with his hand, “Hey, girl, why are

the hell are you saying? How can you say that a pure girl who has just

small piece of food in his mouth and said, “Do not have any weird thoughts about your

got it, I got it. Heh

She was still grinning.

shower, don't you ever never go to massage my back. Do you think my back can be massaged by a

his head, Timothy hid

not a decent job. No one will

curious, “Well, who will massage you? It’s a man

thinking? I really don't know what’s in your mind, kiddo. When you want to have a massage, would you find a masseur to

this? Even if

gender. Otherwise, the woman who help me will be so happy since she

it’s just a man’s body. What's there

stare at me for so

long time. It's just a few seconds. Besides, that

smirked, pointed critically at Rylee's face and said, “Liar, you

face

stopped arguing with this girl, just stared at

face grew redder with Timothy's gaze. She sensed a chill down

ah, she looked at

…

group of servants with a cute smile on her

and introduced her to the servants at home, “This is

Rylee frowned.

why the hell did she become

including

family. There’re so many maids that they can take turns to take vacations. So

job experience do? There seems to

Timothy continued solemnly, “Rylee only follow my order. She only does the work I give

“Understood!”

replied in

to everyone, smiling charmingly, “Hello, miters and misses, my name is Rylee. I am glad to join you. And