Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 413 - 411: Another nonsense, get the hell out of my villa!
What did she do wrong, why should she apologize?
Huo Zhenyang’s voice became even colder, "I don’t want the guests who come to Disheng to say that my servants are of low quality. Apologize."
The man advanced upon her with relentless steps, each word heavily stressed, his handsome face chillingly stern, not concealing the displeasure within him.
If it had been the timid her of the past, she might have been unable to bear this imperial rage, but ever since she had Zaizai, Jiayi seemed to be able to withstand much more.
She held her breath, "Mr. Huo, I am only here to clean, not to..."
Before she could finish, Huo Zhenyang stepped swiftly over, his tall and strong body blocking the delicate woman, his piercing gaze fixing on her as he raised his hand, thumb and forefinger misaligned, to lift the chin of the little woman.
Jiayi’s face was involuntarily lifted by him, and for a moment, she almost forgot to react.
Tracy was stunned as well.
Huo Zhenyang leaned in, close to her fresh and tender ear, a scent unique to her rushed towards him, deeply inhaled it into the man’s innermost parts, even causing a faint stir in his heart, but quickly suppressed it.
In that instant, he almost let her off, as if he couldn’t bear to punish her negligence and recklessness.
His low voice was audible only to her, like the strong and crisp autumn wind, "I’ve said, you are here to repay your debt to me. No matter how glamorous you are as a white-collar beauty during the day, at night in this villa, you are just a maid, so don’t tell me you still want to maintain your worthless dignity."
He was reminding her of her status.
Jiayi’s breath stopped short, her body hair bristling slightly, realizing the man’s decisiveness and coldness, understanding that his words were not to be refuted.
He saw compliance and softness in her expression, along with her eyes slightly reddening, and only then did his angry expression recede. He lifted his chin up like a supreme emperor, his fingers releasing, one by one, sliding down from the delicate chin of the little woman, waiting for her next move.
Jiayi faced Tracy, holding back the discomfort surging in her chest, "I’m sorry."
The four simple words spoken, her nose tingled.
She didn’t want the man to see her vulnerability and how easily bullied she was. Quickly, she used the back of her hand to rub her eyes, and then swiftly turned around, continuing to wipe the floor.
To cry? Crying because she did something wrong?
The glistening in the corners of the little woman’s eyes caught his attention, Huo Zhenyang’s brows tightening slightly. Could crying signify that she hadn’t made a mistake?
He felt his mood was being spoiled by this damn woman.
He was merely punishing a misbehaving maid, so why did seeing her cry make him feel utterly rotten?
It was maddening!
At this moment, Tracy stepped forward to grasp the man’s robust arm again, "Mr. Huo, since you’ve just returned, why not sit down and take a rest? You’ll have to go out again later."
Huo Zhenyang masked his displeasure, wrapping his arm around the temptress-like woman, and sat down on the sofa, loosening his shirt collar to reveal a smooth and finely-sculpted neck.
Tracy, well-versed in pleasing men from her years in the party scene, immediately noticed the man’s restless mood. She raised her powdered fists to massage his back with a delicate voice, "Mr. Huo, don’t be angry. For a mere servant, it’s not worth it. If you don’t like her, just fire her. If you feel uncomfortable saying it, shall I help you tell her?"
Huo Zhenyang had been enjoying the massage with half-closed eyes, but suddenly, his deep eyes opened a sliver. A falcon-like sharp gaze shot through, and he grabbed the woman’s slender wrist with a flick, pulling it down, his voice dark and deep:
"Who gave you the permission to make decisions on your own? Who do you think you are? The authority to fire people for me? If you spout more nonsense, get the hell out of the villa!"
Tracy’s spirited demeanor was extinguished by the man’s terrifying gaze. She trembled for a moment before finally calming down.
To divert the man’s fury, Tracy glanced at Jiayi and said, "You there, go to the kitchen and squeeze a glass of grape and watermelon juice."
Then she sweetly whispered into the man’s ear, "It’s unavoidable to drink alcohol at the reception. Mr. Huo, have some fruit juice first to line your stomach, it can also prevent drunkenness."
Having accompanied several dinner parties and being a top public relations expert, no one was better at serving men than Tracy.
Huo Zhenyang snuffed out his sudden rage and did not object. He leaned back on the sofa, half-closing his eyes, planning to take a short rest before the reception.
Seeing that the man did not speak, Tracy acted even more like the owner, "What’s going on, why haven’t you moved yet?! Go do it!"
Jiayi glanced at the woman on the sofa. One thing after another, will it ever end, can she still go home today?
She took a deep breath and turned towards Tracy, "I’m sorry miss, I haven’t finished mopping the floor yet. There are fruits in the kitchen, a blender, and fruit plates, you can DIY!"
Tracy’s eyes darkened, DIY!
This maid actually asked her to DIY?
Had she forgotten that she was just scolded by her master?
Indignant, Tracy turned her head and shot a glance at the man who was gathering his energy.
The man’s long eyelashes rested on his eyelids; he appeared lazily closed-eyed, but he obviously heard Jiayi’s words. His thin lips curved slightly, showing a rare absence of anger.
DIY?? How ingenious of this little maid.
Seeing that Huo Zhenyang hadn’t taken her side, and looked like he couldn’t be bothered with the trivialities, Tracy couldn’t say much more. She huffed, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen in her high heels.
As she walked, Tracy’s gaze was fixed deathly on the little maid. If looks could kill, she would have flayed her by now.
As she passed by her, Tracy, still not satisfied, glanced at the man on the sofa. Taking advantage of his inattention, she stopped, leaned close to Jiayi’s ear, and hissed, "What do you think you are? Just a maid, right? Have you so quickly forgotten being scolded by Mr. Huo? Don’t blame me for getting Mr. Huo to fire you in a minute. I advise you to start looking for another job soon!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
After speaking, Tracy straightened her back, regaining her composure as if nothing had happened, and continued walking to the kitchen.
Before leaving, she turned her half-beautifully made-up face and gave a cold glance at the little maid behind her.
Jiayi ground her teeth, gripping the mop tightly as if straining Tracy’s neck, creaking and not letting go. Before she could release her grip, she heard a "plop" from the direction of the kitchen, accompanied by a woman’s piercing scream and the sound of flesh heavily hitting the floor.
Surprised, she looked over and saw Tracy sprawled out in an agonizing and pitiable state.
In the several hundred pings of the living room, the dirty water that Tracy had deliberately kicked over from the bucket was everywhere, and it was impossible to clean up right away.
Tracy’s high heels had just stepped into a puddle of water, and she slipped.
Huo Zhenyang was disturbed by the noise from that direction, opened his eyes, and said impatiently, "What happened? Someone come and help her up."
Auntie Hui, too, was startled by Tracy’s scream. Hastily, she walked over, helped Tracy up, and then gasped at the sight of her.
