Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 412 - 410: He is the Royal Law

Just as Tracy was admiring the exorbitantly priced red wine, Jiayi heard a hissing sound from behind and turned to see Sister Hui calling her.

She paused, then walked over to Sister Hui.

Sister Hui glanced at Tracy and pulled Jiayi behind a wall, "Go tell that woman not to mess around."

Jiayi hesitated, "That’s Mr. Huo’s companion, how can I presume to interfere?"

Sister Hui scoffed in disdain, "Companion? She’s just a nightclub hostess, reeking of cheap allure. You’re from Disheng, how can you not interfere?"

The young master as well, how could he bring home such a woman. It seems the vixens in Yunling City are indeed countless, impossible to guard against.

Jiayi inwardly retorted, if it’s that easy for you to handle, why don’t you do it yourself!

Isn’t it just because you’re afraid that if that woman complains to Mr. Huo and he’s displeased, you wouldn’t know how to resolve it?

Seeing Jiayi unmoving, Sister Hui became upset, "Don’t forget, you’re in charge of the house today. If that woman damages anything, it will all be on you, and after Mr. Huo and that woman leave, don’t think you can go anytime soon, you’ll have to redo everything!"

Jiayi stuck out her tongue and had no choice but to approach, calling out to Tracy’s back, "Miss, perhaps you could sit for a while? Mr. Huo will be back shortly."

Jiayi tried to sound as gentle as possible.

Tracy’s face still shifted ever so slightly. What does this maid mean, is she suggesting I shouldn’t touch the red wine?

Without mincing her words, Tracy retorted sarcastically, "When Mr. Huo’s guests arrive, is this the way you treat them as a servant?"

Between Sister Hui’s coercion and Tracy’s mockery, Jiayi was also filled with frustration, but still restrained herself and earnestly replied, "I’m sorry, miss. I have indeed never entertained guests before. You’re the first."

Is this maid suggesting she’s never entertained guests like her before?

Tracy misunderstood her meaning, thinking she was mocking her status and sophistication, and the bottle of red wine she had yet to put down trembled in her angry grasp, "What are you implying?"

Jiayi swallowed and her eyes fell on the bottle of 1990 Romanée-Conti in Tracy’s hand. A cold sweat ran down her back—over twenty thousand US dollars.

You’re upset, but can you put down the red wine before continuing to be upset?

If your hand trembles and you accidentally smash it, that’s another debt added to my tab!

Without hesitation, she snatched the 1990 Romanée-Conti from Tracy’s hand, held it securely in her embrace, sighed with relief, then quickly placed it in the wine cabinet and locked it.

When Tracy came to her senses, her face turned the color of liver. What kind of servant was this – was there no Royal Law anymore, did she not see me? But then she saw that little maid had already turned away, walked over to the bucket, and continued to kneel on the floor and scrub.

Tracy clenched her fists, her eyes darted about, she suppressed the anger on her face, approached, and as she passed by Jiayi, she suddenly steadied her high heel and with a "clang" kicked over the bucket.

All the dirty water from mopping the floor immediately spilled out, covering the living room floor.

"Oh dear, I apologize, the floor was so clean and slippery, I lost my balance for a moment."

Tracy feigned a shocked cry, her tone far from sincere.

Jiayi knew of course that she did it on purpose as retaliation, she grit her teeth, watching the whole living room become flooded, knowing she’d have to redo the hundreds of square feet all over again. She really wanted to crumple this woman into a ball and stuff her into a cupboard until she finished cleaning, then take her out again.

Having no time to waste arguing with her, Jiayi could only rush to get a dry mop to start soaking up the water from the floor.

Right then, the voice of Ade came from the entrance, "The master has returned."

"Hmm."

"Miss Tracy has received it; it’s in the living room."

"Understood."

Familiar footsteps gradually approached, accompanied by the man’s deep and slightly magnetic voice, always concise.

Tracy quickly straightened her clothes, avoiding the damp floor, and greeted him with a smile.

She adeptly took off the man’s coat as he came in: "Mr. Huo has returned."

Tracy wasn’t short herself, and with the high heels she wore to the party that day, her figure seemed even more statuesque. But standing next to the tall man, she only reached a little above his chin.

At several banquets in Yunling City, Tracy had accompanied him.

Huo Zhenyang had grown accustomed to her service and thought nothing of it, letting her help him off with his coat as he stretched his arms languidly. His gaze shifted and saw the water on the floor, his handsome face quickly darkening: "What happened here? Why is the floor flooded?"

Tracy glanced at Jiayi, hooked the man’s arm, and nestled closely by his side, speaking in aggrieved tones ahead of her, "Mr. Huo, I’m sorry, it was all my fault."

Huo Zhenyang’s eyelashes twitched, and his brows furrowed.

Tracy’s voice lowered further, filled with remorse: "When I came over, your servant was cleaning, and the floor was very wet and slippery. I didn’t walk carefully and almost fell, accidentally knocking over the bucket. You won’t blame me, will you, Mr. Huo?"

Huo Zhenyang’s gaze swept over to Jiayi.

The young woman stood not far off, gripping a mop, her maid’s apron drenched, nearly revealing the undergarments beneath.

As the man’s piercing gaze fell upon her, calm yet displeased, as if mingled with flames, Jiayi felt as though she had been rooted to the spot, unable to move.

He seemed to always possess an overwhelming authority, as if he was the law itself.

Under his scrutiny, she always felt like a little schoolgirl who had done something wrong.

"Hasn’t Hui Sister taught you that cleaning in front of guests is extremely impolite behavior? Can’t you wait to do it after the guests have left? And now you almost caused someone to slip; such a serious dereliction of duty."

Huo Zhenyang’s words rang out in the stiff atmosphere of the living room without a shred of mercy.

Tracy’s lips curled up in secret, smugly tightening her grip on the man’s arm.

Jiayi bit her lip: "It won’t happen again."

Clearly, Huo Zhenyang wasn’t going to let it go, seeing her indifferent demeanor made him even more upset, his voice becoming harsher: "It won’t happen again? What about this time?"

This little woman was like this in kindergarten, always having an excuse when she did something wrong. And now, she is the same!

She said it wouldn’t happen again, what more does he want? Jiayi cast a glance at the clock, thinking she would be able to go back early to be with Zaizai today. Now she was delayed later than usual, and with Tracy’s interference, who knew how much longer it would take?

With a belly full of anger, her tone was naturally far from pleasant: "It’s my fault, what else would you have me do, Mr. Huo?"

What else?

Hadn’t he made himself clear enough?

His face dark, he commanded in a deep voice, "Apologize to the guest."

"Apologize?" Jiayi looked up in surprise, glanced at the plaster clinging tightly to the man’s arm, and she was supposed to apologize to this woman?