Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 1018

"Did I say you can leave? You seem to have made a mistake. You are my maid, and you can only leave when I say so," Zephyr explained, folding his arms.

Narissa came to a halt, closed her eyes, and clenched her fists for five seconds before taking a deep breath, attempting to calm herself.

People will spread repudiation rumors if I leave now. How do I deal with the humiliation?

After some mental adjustment, Narissa turned around and plastered a rictus on her face, asking, "Alright, Dr. Lorwhal. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Zephyr was pleased with her reply. He pointed at the restroom with his chin and said, "Wash my soiled T-shirts. They are costly and must be hand washed. If they are not clean, you are not permitted to leave."

"On it!"

Narissa carried the basin of clothes to the marble washing board in the yard.

"Hiring a servant at home is a wonderful experience. Haha!" Zephyr chuckled to provoke Narissa. He then moved a chair and lay down beside her to bask in the sun.

Fury overcame her and she muttered with irritation, "Such an evil capitalist! A sc*mbag! He's just a jerk who likes to play tricks on people. I'll tear him limb from limb one day—"

Rip!

Narissa struggled against her anger and unintentionally ripped Zephyr's shirt apart.

"What is that noise?" Zephyr turned to investigate the source of the ripping sound, only to discover a smiley Narissa, holding a ripped piece of clothing.

"My T-shirt!" he exclaimed, sprinting over to grab it. "This is my favorite white shirt!"

He was gasping for life. I need oxygen. I need CPR!

"Sorry about that; I'll get you a new one. I have my servants and workers to do my laundry so I'm not very good at it," Narissa apologized.

Zephyr took a deep breath and eventually regained his composure. "There's no need; I'll wash it myself from now on. Don't ever touch my belongings again."

"Okay."

That's a win-win solution. I, too, refuse to touch your belongings.

"I know you have a low opinion of me. You wouldn't come to me if you weren't afraid of being called a rascal, but nothing can change the truth. You did, in fact, lose. So, as long as you work hard for a week, we'll call off the bet early." Zephyr voluntarily retreated.

"Why are you so kind?" Narissa was suspicious of his intentions.

"You can believe whatever you want," Zephyr stated unequivocally.

"Okay, and what exactly do you mean by working hard?"

Narissa decided to take the risk because getting it over with would be preferable to prolong the agony.

"All the fundamental tasks—cleaning up, putting things away, and preparing edible foods. These are reasonable requirements, don’t you think?" Zephyr gave her a cold stare.

"Okay! I'm a woman of my word. I'll make you a new meal right away!"

Following her words, Narissa hurried into the house, ignoring everything else.

Zephyr shook his head, returned his clothes to the basin, and quietly cleaned up.

He couldn't believe he was doing chores on his own when he had a maid.

Narissa finally cooked a decent plate of Japanese food after an hour.

It was just sushi.

She spread the seaweed before adding the other ingredients and rolling it up. She then topped it with slices of frozen sashimi, making it a fancy dish.

She snapped a photo and turned to summon Zephyr, but she stopped before words came out of her mouth.

Something isn't right. How could Zephyr, a cunning scum, have taken the initiative to forego such a good opportunity to torture her by reducing her working hours?

Oh no! This has to be some kind of trap!

He simply wishes to persuade me to work hard for him. After a week of exhausting work, he will undoubtedly turn his back on me.