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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

old butler

wake up. Mr. Wheeler got up at about six o'clock with the look that he didn't sleep well last night. So he went

one could tell that Timothy had taken a

the boss. But you wake up late too.

......

eating breakfast, she couldn’t help looked at Timothy in

ate so elegantly, and he didn't eat

my dear creditor, what do I have to do

“Take care of me.”

Timothy said very ambiguously.

me an

to take good care of

it for me. If I want to eat fruit, you must cut them into pieces and bring them to me. If I want to go out, you have to dress

a bath and I will

rushed to speak, but she immediately

up, she saw

taking a bath, why would she do that thing? Giving him a

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

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

you say that a pure girl who has just been enlightened was leering? In the

his mouth and said, “Do not

it, I got it. Heh heh

She was still grinning.

and said, “When I take a shower, don't you ever never go to massage my back. Do you think my

Timothy hid his

not a decent job. No one will want to do

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

in your mind, kiddo. When you want to

I find a man to do this? Even if a man enters the women's bathroom, he

you'll understand why I must have a massagist of my gender. Otherwise, the woman who help me

just a man’s body.

did you stare at me for so long yesterday while

for a long time. It's just a few seconds. Besides, that was unintentional. There’s

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

she covered her face with her hands, “No, no,

girl, just stared

Timothy's gaze. She sensed a chill down her

ah, ah, ah, she looked at his naked

…

a group of

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

Rylee frowned.

maid is a maid. So why the hell did she become personal

servants, including the butler, were

so many maids that they can take turns to

such cute little girl with no job experience do? There seems to be no more work to

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

“Understood!”

the servants replied

and misses, my name is Rylee. I am glad to join