Chapter 101
Chapter 101:
At Briggs Group, William sat silently in front of his computer, his fingers steepled under his chin as he studied the surveillance footage from Stella’s villa. His expression gave nothing away.
Watching the clip, he came to a conclusion—she clearly needed a bodyguard. Dealing with unexpected visitors could become a real problem.
He then reached for the internal line. Moments later, Luca entered the room.
“You called, Mr. Briggs?”
“Bring Rita to me,” he ordered simply.
Luca hesitated for a beat—he wasn’t sure why Rita was suddenly needed. But he nodded and responded dutifully, “Understood. I’ll let her know right away.”
Later that evening, after finishing her work, Stella returned home. The moment she walked in, she saw William lounging on the sofa like he lived there.
Before she could say anything, a middle-aged woman stepped out of the kitchen, her apron still on.
Stella blinked in confusion. “Um… and you are?”
William didn’t even look up. “This is Rita. She’ll be living here with us from now on. If you need anything, just let her know.”
Stella was speechless. If he had a housekeeper now, shouldn’t he go back to his own place? Why was he still parked here? Wouldn’t it make more sense for Rita to live with him?
Or was Rita’s cooking not up to His Majesty’s standards either?
“Mr. Briggs,” Stella said carefully. “Maybe… maybe you could take your housekeeper back to your own place?”
Before she could finish, William turned and looked directly at her, his face unreadable.
“The last housekeeper resigned. Rita’s the new one. You’ll be teaching her how to cook from now on.”
Stella blinked, stunned. Had she heard him right?
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He hired a housekeeper and expected her to train her?
“You mean I have to teach your housekeeper?” Stella asked, pointing at herself in disbelief.
“Is that a problem?” William replied calmly. “She’ll handle everything else. She can even look after you. Isn’t that a win-win situation?”
Stella stared at him like he was speaking another language.
Win-win? In what world?
William studied her face for a moment, then lifted a brow. “Or are you saying… you actually want to keep cooking for me forever?”
And there he went again with that smug attitude.
Without saying a word, she spun on her heel and stormed upstairs, choosing to ignore him completely.
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