Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 414 - 412: Willing to Pay?

In a terrible fix!

Madam Hui looked toward Huo Zhenyang.

Huo Zhenyang clearly saw everything, his handsome face quickly turning dark, "What the hell is this?"

"Mr. Huo, she did it on purpose!" Tracy was furious, not knowing who to vent to, leaning on Madam Hui’s arm, struggling to raise her hand, and pointed accusingly at Jiayi.

Jiayi really wanted to give this woman a thumbs-up for her acting; it had nothing to do with herself. "Miss Tracy, you’re not saying I pushed you, are you? First of all, my arms would have to be that long."

Tracy was almost in tears, "You knew there was water here and didn’t warn me, did you just hope I would fall?"

Jiayi was helpless, "Your feet are on your body, how could I possibly control where you should and shouldn’t walk? Later, are you going to say I don’t act like a servant, wanting to ’get Mr. Huo to fire me in minutes’? Also, you were the one who kicked over the dirty water."

When Huo Zhenyang heard Jiayi’s words, he glanced at Tracy, his expression turning colder.

What right did this woman have to demand he fire someone on the spot?

Madam Hui saw the thin anger on the young master’s face, knowing that what he disliked most was women making decisions on their own. Was this Tracy, who had only accompanied a few social dinner events, deluded into thinking she was the young master’s girlfriend?

Tracy also sensed Huo Zhenyang’s displeasure and glared at Jiayi with annoyance before hastily facing the man, "Mr. Huo, I—"

"Get cleaned up!" the man’s voice was chilling to the bone; there wasn’t much time left, and now this mess had occurred.

Tracy dared not say anything more and hurriedly ran to the restroom under Madam Hui’s guidance.

Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to continue her cleaning.

Time passed by bit by bit, and Tracy was still not ready.

Huo Zhenyang’s patience had worn thin. He glanced at his watch, wondering how much longer she would need to get ready and abruptly stood up, walking toward the little woman.

Jiayi was crouched on the floor wiping it when suddenly, a strong gust swept over her and someone grabbed her wrist, lifting her up forcefully.

"Mr. Huo... what are you doing?" She was still holding a rag in her hand, dumbfounded.

Huo Zhenyang gripped her slender wrist, pinning it tightly, his gaze emotionless as he looked her up and down.

On closer inspection, though this little woman wasn’t much dressed up, from head to toe in disarray, he had to admit she still had some attractiveness.

Taking her out wouldn’t be embarrassing.

The man uttered a few words, "Wash your hands, clean your face, come with me."

"What, what do you mean? Where are we going?" Jiayi wasn’t comprehending yet.

"To tonight’s yacht party, I need a female companion. Tracy can’t make it now, so you’re coming with me." His tone already carried a hint of command.

Jiayi finally realized, hissing through her teeth, she struggled to pull her hand from his grasp: "I think Mr. Huo is mistaken, I indeed owe you a debt, but we agreed that I’d work as a maid at Disheng, responsible solely for cleaning this villa, not to be your escort!"

"Who asked you to mop the floor so slickly? You caused Tracy to fall, so it’s only right that you fill her spot."

She bit her cheek, turning to walk away.

Seeing her trying to flee, Huo Zhenyang crossed his arms, teasingly, "It’s paid. Interested?"

Jiayi paused midstep, slowly turned around, her slender throat bobbing, "Paid?"

Huo Zhenyang’s lips curved up, knowing well she wouldn’t refuse, "Accompany me for one night, equivalent to a month’s salary working as a maid in the villa. How about that?"

Is that—eight thousand dollars?

Jiayi was tempted, but still probed, "What needs to be done at the dinner party?"

"Just get on the yacht and stand by my side, no need to say anything, just smile," he said. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Oh, so it’s just being a vase...

Earning eight thousand just to be a vase seems like a pretty good deal.

With eight thousand, I could cover Zaizai’s kindergarten fees for quite a while.

Not taking the chance would be foolish!

Jiayi felt an itch in her heart, "What time does the banquet end? I can come back tonight, right?"

"Not necessarily," Huo Zhenyang shrugged honestly.

Jiayi understood that the timing of such dinner parties was unpredictable, but for the sake of eight thousand dollars, she gritted her teeth and endured, turned around to go to the servant’s room, took off her maid’s apron, washed her hands, grabbed her handbag, and came out, following the man toward the villa’s entrance.

"Mr. Huo, I’m ready—" At the same time, Tracy, who had just cleaned herself up, ran out of the restroom, the stains were gone, but her face was still a mess, swollen and puffy.

Seeing that Huo Zhenyang had disappeared and then spotting him walking out with that little maid, she called out in surprise, "Mr. Huo, what are you—"

Huo Zhenyang halted his step, glanced back at her, and immediately lost all interest, "Fine, I don’t need you for the dinner party tonight."

Tracy was shocked, "Then—what should I do—"

Huo Zhenyang furrowed his brows, as if considering for a moment, then glanced at the floor, "You stay, help Sister Hui clean the floor."

Pfft. Jiayi couldn’t help but move her lips, this man, as expected, had no interest in being a philanthropist. Tracy’s rate was certainly not low; he had already paid her, and he definitely wouldn’t let that money go to waste.

She sensed the man beside her casting a leisurely glance, "What’s so funny?"

Jiayi’s lips twitched; even the smallest movements did not escape this man’s notice—was he some kind of radar? But she composed herself and followed him out of the villa directly.

Tracy came back to her senses and wanted to follow, "Wait, Mr. Huo—"

Is this some kind of mistake? She was the top diamond-grade PR, her job was to accompany the wealthy, and now she’s scrubbing floors?

Allowing that maid to accompany him to the banquet?

Was this man too wasteful?

Before Tracy could protest more, Sister Hui grabbed her arm impatiently, "Miss Tracy, Mr. Huo has given his orders. Please come and change your clothes and clean with me."

Huo Zhenyang had bought her time; she was his for the entire evening. It didn’t matter if it was cleaning or anything else; she couldn’t refuse. Facing Sister Hui’s unsympathetic character, Tracy had no choice but to be dragged away by her.

Outside the villa, Ade was in the car, ready to go. Seeing the Boss coming out with a woman who wasn’t Tracy, he was startled. After hearing what had happened, he got out to open the car door for them.

The car left the Disheng Villa Area and gradually picked up speed on the spacious road.

Under the cover of the deep night, the car sped towards the harbor of Yunling City.

Passing through the downtown area, Jiayi took out her phone and made a call home.

The moment the call connected, she glanced at the man beside her, moved to the edge of the car window, and whispered, "Mommy, it’s me... I’m working overtime tonight, I might not come back, let Zaizai sleep, don’t wait for me."