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?
“I... I just got up too.”
The old butler stood there, dumbfounded.
No, Mr. Wheeler didn't just 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 to the woods to practice his martial arts skills irritably.
No one could tell that Timothy had taken a million cold showers last night.
“Well well well, you are the boss. But you wake up late too. So don't be so mean to your employees.”
......
While Rylee was eating breakfast, she couldn’t help looked at Timothy in front of her.
Damn, Mr. Wheeler ate so elegantly, and he didn't eat much.
“Well, my dear creditor, what do I have to do today?”
“Take care of me.”
Timothy said very ambiguously.
“Oh? Give me an example.”
How to take good care of him?
Timothy looked at Rylee's bulging cheeks, and said indifferently, “If I want to drink tea, you serve 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 me up. If I want to take a bath……”
“I know, I know, you go take a bath and I will massage your back, right?”
Rylee rushed to speak, but she immediately found it wrong after speaking.
Looking up, she saw Timothy's smirk.
Damn, when he was taking a bath, why would she do that thing? Giving him a back massage? Isn't that
the same as seeing Mr. Wheeler's naked body?
Well, she then suddenly thought of seeing Timothy's naked body last night. Something underneath him
was spectacularly huge, tut tut. It's like watching a magazine model for free. Tee-hee.
Timothy knocked on the table with his hand, “Hey, girl, why are you leering like that?”
Rylee immediately put on another expression and bared her teeth, “What the hell are you saying? How
can you say that a pure girl who has just been enlightened was leering? In the worst case, I am just
grinning.”
Timothy put a small piece of food in his mouth and said, “Do not have any weird thoughts about your
creditor, understand?”
“Oh, got it, I got it. Heh heh heh.”
She was still grinning.
Timothy smiled faintly and said, “When I take a shower, don't you ever never go to massage my back.
Do you think my back can be massaged by a clumsy girl like you?”
Lowering his head, Timothy hid his smile.
Rylee pouted. “Please, massaging is not a decent job. No one will want to do it.”
After saying the tough word, Rylee still can't help being curious, “Well, who will massage you? It’s a
man or woman?”
Timothy grinned, “What the hell are you 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 do it?”
“Hey, stop bullshiting, how can I find a man to do this? Even if a man enters the women's bathroom, he
will be kicked out.”
“Then you'll understand why I must have a massagist of my gender. Otherwise, the woman who help
me will be so happy since she can see all my naked body.”
Rylee pursed her lips, “Damn, it’s just a man’s body. What's there for us to see?”
“Really? Why did you stare at me for so long yesterday while drooling?”
“That's slander!” Rylee stammered with anger. “I didn't stare at you for a long time. It's just a few
seconds. Besides, that was unintentional. There’s no drooling!”
Timothy smirked, pointed critically at Rylee's face and said, “Liar, you blushed.”
Rylee was tricked, and she covered her face with her hands, “No, no, no one blushed.”
Timothy stopped arguing with this girl, just stared at Rylee and grinned.
Rylee's face grew redder with Timothy's gaze. She sensed a chill down her spine.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, she looked at his naked body by accident, that's all!
…
Rylee stood straight in front of a group of servants with a cute smile on her face.
Timothy pointed to Rylee and introduced her to the servants at home, “This is Rylee, my personal
maid.”
Rylee frowned.
Really, a maid is a maid. So why the hell did she become personal maid?
Oh? All the servants, including the butler, were stunned.
Come on, there are enough maids in the family. There’re so many maids that they can take turns to
take vacations. So why would he get another maid?
What can such cute little girl with no job experience do? There seems to be no more work to do at
home.
“In other words,” Timothy continued solemnly, “Rylee only follow my order. She only does the work I
give her. Understand?”
“Understood!”
All the servants replied in a loud voice.
Rylee waved to everyone, smiling charmingly, “Hello, miters and misses, my name is Rylee. I am glad
to join you. And wish we can work together happily in the future.”
Before she finished speaking, she was dragged upstairs by her little ear. What the hell? She hasn’t
finished greeting her coworkers yet.
“Go, wash these clothes.”
Timothy kicked Rylee's ass.
Rylee rubbed her ass with her mouth pouted. She then looked over the basin. Her expression
immediately froze.
Come on.
Timothy asked her to wash his underwear and vest?
Let alone the vest, he, he, he, he asked her to wash his underwear?
Eh, how embarrassed this is?
“Why are you hesitating? Hurry up and get it done, my little maid.”
Timothy raised his eyebrows and urged again.
“This... my dear creditor Timothy...” Rylee drew close to Timothy, with her little hand weakly grabbing
Timothy's T-shirt and shaking it.
“What?”
“Can I... not wash your underwear?”
Timothy wanted to laugh, but held back, “Why?”
“It’s awkward.”
“I'm not awkward, so what are you embarrassed about? Stop talking nonsense! Go and wash them!”
Timothy pushed Rylee in directly.
While washing Timothy's underwear, Rylee face flushed, and she muttered to herself, “It's too awkward!
Mr. Wheeler asked me to wash this thing for him. Isn't it too dirty? Doesn't this mean I'm touching his
crotch? Right? Gosh, this is so damn evil.”
When she lifted up the pants and took a look, she was dumbfounded.
This was costumed, right? The protruding part was way too big, right?
Suddenly, in her mind, she recalled the sexy look of Timothy with water flowing all over his body.
Then she nodded as if she understood this, “Well, Mr. Wheeler really needs such underpants. He is so
huge here.”
“What is huge?” someone suddenly asked, standing behind her.
Rylee didn't even doubt about who’s asking. She pointed to the front part of the underwear and said,
“Here...”
“Huh?” Timothy lowered his head with a smirk.
His thin lips were so close to her, with a seductive arc that making Rylee dizzy.
He's lips look so sexy. She was wondering how it feels to kiss such lips.
Is it enjoyable or unpleasant?
Well, well, well, she needed some verification to confirm her opinion.
Rylee turned to look at the place where her finger was poking. Uh, shit. She was pointing to the place
where the man placed his buddy.
She wanted to find a hole and jumped in.
“Heh, heh, heh.”
“Rylee, stop simpering like an idiot. Answer me. Where do you think it's huge?”
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