Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 411 - 409: "I’m not in a position to bend over, didn’t you see?

Chapter 411: Chapter 409: "I’m not in a position to bend over, didn’t you see?

Jiayi could hardly imagine that when she first arrived in Yundu, she had almost had a falling out with Fang Yao.

Tong Xiaomian didn’t say much but her eyes blinked thoughtfully as she smiled.

Once the end of the workday arrived, colleagues from the design department began to leave one after another.

Especially the design assistants who had the next day off were all eager to enjoy their happy hour.

Jiayi watched the joyous silhouettes of Tong Xiaomian and several colleagues and couldn’t help but sigh.

While others could party all night and sleep in late tomorrow, she had another job to attend to—it was her night to clean at Disheng.

She glanced at the reminder marked on the calendar on her desk, slung her bag over her shoulder, clocked out, and swiftly descended the stairs, driving her mini Cooper toward the Disheng Villa Area.

As usual, after arriving at the villa, Jiayi cleaned from the second floor down to the first floor.

Having been a maid in the villa for a few months, she had become adept at her tasks.

Dressed in her maidservant outfit, no one would know that this seemingly young and sweet woman was actually a fiery and elegant white-collar worker in Yundu’s women’s fashion design department by day.

Although the attitude of Sister Hui, the senior housemaid, was still rather cool, always fearing that she might seduce the master, it had improved slightly compared to the nitpicking at the outset.

Before eight in the evening, Jiayi had finished cleaning the second floor and just needed to wipe the first floor’s floor to finish up.

As she was crouched down wiping the floor of the main hall on the first floor, the villa’s main door sounded—someone came in.

It was the crisp sound of high heels.

A rich fragrance wafted in as the main door opened, almost making Jiayi sneeze due to her sensitive nose.

"Miss Tracy, please have a seat in the living room, and when Mr. Huo returns, you can leave with him," said Ade, following her in.

The car lights outside the villa were still on, and he had just brought Tracy to Disheng, as instructed by the Boss.

"Mhm, I know," the woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, with heavy makeup, wavy long curls, and an air of allure. Her demeanor and poise seemed mature. She was dressed in a deep V-neck minidress adorned with sequins, showcasing her cleavage, holding a clutch—an ensemble befitting a dance party attendee. Her voice was frivolous and somewhat arrogant, seemingly not taking Ade, the driver and assistant, very seriously.

With a casual wave of her lacquered nails, Tracy dismissed Ade and walked into the villa with the air of the owner, ignoring everyone else.

As she entered the villa, her eyes, enhanced by large-diameter colored contacts, scanned her surroundings.

Diamond Nightclub, located in Yunling City’s most elite commercial district, was the largest of its kind, and Tracy was the club’s top public relations hostess.

That morning, she had received a call instructing her to accompany a Mr. Huo as his female companion for an outing.

Tracy had undertaken many such escorting tasks. This Mr. Huo was a regular client of hers and it wasn’t her first time attending dinner parties or cocktail events with him.

All she knew was that Mr. Huo seemed to have returned from abroad.

Mr. Huo had never disclosed his full identity; whenever he sought Tracy’s company at dinner parties, he simply arranged for a car to take her directly to the location. Tracy always regarded him as an ordinary businessman or wealthy young master.

Today was Tracy’s first visit to the Disheng Villas.

Upon entering the villa area, Tracy’s breath caught slightly.

My god, this is Disheng!

As the city’s top gold-handler and public relations professional, Tracy had met too many wealthy men. Disheng in Yunling City represented status and position, the utmost honor.

People who live here are not just described as rich or noble, for even with money one may not necessarily be able to move in.

As Tracy stepped into the living room, her expression became even more surprised, and she plopped down onto the soft and thick Italian sofa, bouncing a couple of times, unable to hide the overjoyed look on her face.

It seems that Mr. Huo isn’t just an average businessman or a rich young man; this time, she had really hit the jackpot.

Just then, a delicate voice floated over:

"Miss, would you mind changing into slippers?"

Jiayi handed Tracy a pair of slippers, saying politely.

She had almost finished cleaning the floor on the first level, and this woman had come in with her high heels and dirtied half the floor again, forcing her to redo her work.

That would be all well and good, but if this miss, excited as she was, started walking around again, Jiayi could forget about going home tonight.

Jiayi could tell that Tracy was here for the first time, and even more so, she could see the elation on her face as if she had caught a fat bird. It was with a heavy heart that Jiayi thought to herself, Miss, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. This villa doesn’t belong to that man at all. The servants, including those who drove you here in that luxury car, are all someone else’s, belonging to the owner of the villa—looks like you’re in for an empty celebration.

However—it was quite peculiar indeed.

Since she had started working as a maid in Disheng, she had never seen that man bring a woman home.

Meanwhile, Tracy glanced at the slippers handed to her by Jiayi and then looked at her attire, confirming that the young woman in front of her was a maid and didn’t think much of it, furrowing her brows: "I’m not comfortable bending down, didn’t you see?"

Her dress was tight, deliberately half a size too small, clinging tightly to her body to accentuate her curves, but it also restricted her movements, making it inconvenient for her to make any significant movements.

Seeing that Tracy was unwilling to change into the slippers, Jiayi brought over a pair of disposable shoe covers: "Then, would you please put these on, miss?"

"Alright, alright, you’re so nagging," Tracy said impatiently, pushing the shoe covers to the side.

Jiayi’s lips twitched, thinking to herself, do you think I want to do this? You’re wasting my time by dirtying the floor. Yet she said nothing, continuing to kneel on the marble tiles and wipe the floor.

Tracy couldn’t sit still, looking around for a while and then standing up, unable to resist walking around the spacious living room, completely forgetting about the shoe covers.

Watching footprints being left on the freshly cleaned floor, Jiayi took a deep breath and had no choice but to follow behind and clean up the mess.

As she wiped, Jiayi felt the woman in front of her stop moving suddenly.

Looking up, she saw Tracy passing by a wine cabinet in the corner of the living room. Tracy casually opened it and took out a bottle of wine, twirling it between her pointed fingers.

Savvy from her experiences in the entertainment world, Tracy recognized the names of every bottle in the cabinet and was instantly captivated.

1990s Golden Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon—

The millennium’s Napa Valley wine—

Penfolds Winery’s 1951 vintage with only a little over twenty bottles left...

The golden Lafite Rothschild from the eighteenth century—

Each bottle was worth tens of thousands of US Dollars.

Tracy was dazzled. Just what kind of high-roller bachelor had she come across?

It was truly blinding like titanium-alloy to the eyes.