The CEO's Wife Is Super Charming-Chapter 358 - 355: Special
The next day.
Elliana Lyle woke up in the bathtub. She had laid out all the blankets in there. It wasn’t very comfortable to sleep, but it was better than outside.
She didn’t want to be watched, not at all.
After freshening up, she walked out of the bathroom. As soon as she stepped out, Steve Brooke’s voice echoed.
"Good morning, Miss Lyle."
She was already used to this. That man had chattered away with her for a long time last night. Although she didn’t respond, the old man tirelessly kept talking.
Ignoring his greeting, she headed straight for the balcony. In the daylight, it was indeed clearer than under the night lights.
This place was truly vast, so vast that it stretched on endlessly before her.
Escaping from such a place would be incredibly difficult.
"Miss Lyle, do you want to take a walk outside? I’m doing business outside, and I’m giving you special permission to walk below. You’re special here, different from the others."
She turned and glanced around, momentarily unsure where the voice was coming from. She saw no speakers, perhaps it came from a camera with a built-in mic.
"You mean I can go out?" she asked.
Steve Brooke replied, "Yes, but I only allow you to walk within the walls. I will have someone follow you."
Being able to walk around was good; at least she could familiarize herself with the layout and not be completely in the dark.
Plus, this old man always liked to tell her she was different from "them." Maybe she could find out who these "them" were.
"Alright." She agreed, and then went to unlock the door. As soon as she opened it, there were already four armed bodyguards and two maids waiting.
The maids were holding breakfast trays, another steak. One maid saw the indifference in her eyes and smiled, "Miss Lyle, the gentleman has prepared some appetizers for you."
Saying that, another maid leaned closer and opened a lid; inside... was a stack of spicy chicken feet, boneless even.
She suddenly found it amusing. She didn’t know how she had managed to attract the attention of this pervert. Could it really be that the more famous you get, the more trouble you find?
She should never have filmed "The Natural Deer," then she wouldn’t have been targeted by this pervert.
"Miss Lyle, the gentleman hired a chef from your hometown in South City; these chicken feet are in South City style. Surely you’ll taste a flavor of your homeland," the maid said respectfully.
South City chef? She almost blurted out, "Can I meet them?"
The maid shook her head and said, "No, you can’t."
In the end, she only had a few bites of steak and didn’t even touch the so-called South City-style chicken feet.
The maid then asked, "Does Miss Lyle not like this chef?"
"What?" She discerned something peculiar from the maid’s tone and asked, "What happens if I don’t like them?"
"The gentleman might kill the useless chef."
Hearing this from the maid’s mouth truly surprised her; yesterday, she had caused a maid trouble for attempting to commit suicide.
At that time, all these maids had knelt, pleading with her, yet now, this maid, who had once pleaded, was casually delivering this statement with a smile.
She didn’t want to cause the death of the South City chef, so she picked up her fork and ate the entire stack of chicken feet.
The maid asked what she wanted for lunch, but she really didn’t know. All she wanted was a chance to move around, so she said casually, "Rice."
