Chapter 3 Fried Rice

"...High penalty fees are illegal."

　　"Oh...yes, but whether it's high or not is not up to us to decide. You and Rita are good friends, so you must know who her master is, right?" "Aunt Carla" shook the contract in her hand.

　　Eloise's face turned pale. The contract drafted by Luke Rennie, the man whom Rita worshiped as a god...

　　She has no money.

　　"Elliot, send a car to take Miss Ora back."

　　No! Don't!

　　Watching Eloise leave the office with a pale face, Carla Kavanagh showed an indescribable smile, flipped through her notebook, and confirmed that only one had returned to the apartment last night. Carla pressed the intercom button on the phone.

　　"Andrea, connect Christian."

　　......

　　"Carla, one phone call might make me shoot an extra scene!"

　　"Your mood seems pretty good today?"

　　"Is that so? Then I'm afraid I have to thank you for arranging the 'building wench'. The fact proves that you are always right, and it is indeed very 'convenient' and effective."

　　"Heh..." Carla seemed to stifle a laugh and said, "As long as it's effective, you can continue with your work, Muse's perfect lover."

　　"Yes, respected Queen Hera."

　　Hanging up the phone, Carla looked at Eloise's employment contract on the desk, her smile becoming even brighter.

　　"Building wench, building wench! Hahaha!"

　　A few days ago, when she was overwhelmed by those five guys, she just jokingly said...

　　"If you guys are seriously dating girlfriends, I won't say anything, but what's the point of randomly messing around with women outside?

　　I might as well find you guys a maid who can take care of your food, drink, and daily needs, as well as satisfy your physical desires, provide you with inspiration, and everything else.

　　This way, you won't cause any trouble outside and I won't have to clean up after you!"

　　Unexpectedly, that guy Christian actually used that little girl named "Eloise" as a "building wench" to vent his desire, and he seemed to enjoy it.

　　Although it is a bit unfair to this girl, named Eloise, it is important to make the most of her talents and abilities. Since she is useful, she should be used well.

　　She just doesn't know if this "building wench" will be useful to others as well. As all the Young Masters are all the future Alpha of their pack, they are really not that easy to please.

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　　Looking at the packed luggage, Eloise was at a loss and wanted to cry.

　　She originally thought that a big company like Muse would not play any tricks on the contracts of its lower-level employees.

　　She originally thought that the job of an apartment administrator, even if it was hard work, was only physically exhausting. She originally thought...

　　The first lesson that she learned after she left her pack is - Don't think you know everything.

　　No matter how depressed she was, her stomach faithfully reminded her that she hadn't eaten anything for a day.

　　When she woke up today, it was already noon. She endured the soreness and got up to wash up, and it was already time to go to work in the afternoon.

　　After that, she gritted her teeth and packed her luggage, thinking that she wouldn't have to come back to this "cannibalistic" apartment after resigning. Who knew...

　　Three months, three months! She really admires those prostitutes now, who are pressed under different men every day and can live year after year, while she dares not even face tonight!

　　But even if she doesn't dare, what can she do? She can't ask her parents for 100,000 dollars, and she can't raise that amount of money except by borrowing from loan sharks.

　　Apart from enduring for three months, does she have any other choices now?

　　Endure. It's just enduring, isn't this what she is best at?

　　There isn't any fresh food in the fridge. Eloise took out two eggs and joked to herself:

　　"At least here, there's no need to worry about food and shelter."

　　Transfer all the fried rice from the wok to the plate. Just as Eloise was about to take a breath, she was startled by a spoon reaching out from behind her, and nearly threw the wok and spatula out.

　　"You, you..." A man! A very handsome man!

　　Victor Neal just came back to take a shower and change clothes, but he was attracted to the smell of fried rice when he passed through the living room on the first floor and went into the kitchen.

　　After eating a few bites, he surprisingly found it delicious, so he helped himself to a plate and sat at the dining table outside the kitchen, without even looking at Eloise.

　　Is it him? The man from last night - - just as Eloise raised this question, she instinctively denied it.

　　Although the man in front of her was also tall and muscular under his black clothes, something felt off.

　　The man from last night was like a volcano constantly erupting with lava, while the man in front of her now is like a forest where all the animals have gone extinct.

　　Should she take the initiative to say hello?

　　The contract clearly stipulates that she is not allowed to inquire about any information of the property owners. All property owners who have free access to this apartment building are her service objects, with obligations but no rights.

　　"At eleven o'clock tonight, make another one and deliver it to the fifth floor."

　　"Okay, okay." Eloise breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the empty plate left by the man on the table.

　　Not making fried rice again, Eloise made scrambled eggs and ate some casually. Luckily, she always cooks extra more.

　　Fried rice tastes better with cold rice, so she cooked another pot, spread it out to cool, wrapped it in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator.

　　After finishing all this, she returned to her room, set the alarm clock, and then prepared to put her clothes back into the wardrobe from the suitcase.

　　She was not deliberately giving up struggling, she was just trying to choose the lesser of two evils.

　　Snap! The lights went out with an extremely slight sound.

　　Eloise's heart tightened, and she looked towards the door with fear that she couldn't hide.

　　The door slammed shut with a loud noise.