Chapter 68


    "It''s not impossible for you to go out and work," Brett relented. "But you''ll have to prepare breakfast


    and dinner for me every day, just like before, ording to my tastes."


    Izabe knew he would have conditions, so she asked, "What if I don''t agree?"


    "Then forget about going out," Brett knew that Izabe was stubborn, and it would take more than


    just a day or two to tame her. "You know, I can totally do it."


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    In a way, Brett, the kind who ignores thew, really could do it unless...he went bankrupt like her.


    But the chance of that happening was very slim.


    "Why don''t you just let Kaley make food for you? It looked like her sweet talk at the dinner tablest


    time was just your cup of tea. Why not have her do it?"


    Brett said indifferently, "I''m tired of her cooking and want a change of taste. Behave yourself, or I''ll


    lock you in the room again likest time."


    She was going nuts already; if she really got locked up, she would probably go even crazier.


    "Wow, you''re so picky," Izabe said mockingly.


    "Will you do it or not?" Brett raised his voice.


    "I will." As long as she could go out, what would two meals a day matter? Besides, if Brett could get


    tired of Kaley''s cooking, maybe he wouldn''tst long with hers either.


    As long as Izabe was alive, she still had hope.


    When they arrived at Quiet Forest Estates, Brett parked the car and carried Izabe into the house.


    As soon as she entered, Izabe saw the sandwiches all over the living room floor. No doubt they


    were the result of Brett''s anger.


    Her injured knee made it difficult for her to move around, and Brett was not the kind who would


    clean up on his own. The broken ss and blood in the bedroom probably hadn''t been dealt with


    either.


    Izabe limped to the phone to call the cleaning service downstairs. Just as she dialed, Brett, who


    had changed his clothes, asked, "Who are you calling?"


    The look in his eyes was like that of a cat catching a mouse, or that of a cheating wife. Izabe was


    disgusted and exined, "The house is filthy. I''m calling a maid to clean up."


    "I''ve already hired one. She''ll be here soon."


    Upon hearing this, Izabe hung up the phone.


    She sat on the sofa for a while, staring idly at a book, doing nothing. At four o''clock in the afternoon,


    the maid Brett had called arrived.


    She was a woman in her forties. Izabe carefully inspected everyone who entered her home. This


    woman looked ordinary, but her gaze... She couldn''t tell if it was just her imagination, but she felt


    like this maid''s eyes were harboring ill intentions.


    "Hello, President Windham and Ms. Salotti."


    Brett nodded, "Trista, you''ll be living in the maid''s room on the first floor. Clean up when the house


    is dirty, and just make lunch every day."


    Trista had been working as a maid for many years and knew the routine well. However, she was


    surprised to hear that she wouldn''t have to prepare breakfast and dinner.


    "Who will make breakfast and dinner then?"


    "Someone else will take care of that. Just help out when needed." Brett nced at Izabe as he


    spoke. Trista understood what he meant and nodded with a smile.


    Trista moved her luggage to the maid''s room and started cleaning up. She cleaned from the ground


    floor to the second floor. Luckily, the vi was not too big, otherwise it would have been too hard for


    one person to clean.


    "I need to go upstairs." Izabe looked at Brett, raising her bandaged knee. The meaning was clear.


    "You could say please, you know" Brett said, but he still bent down to pick her up.


    Upon going upstairs, Izabe found her phone and started looking for a job right away. Ignoring her


    previous position as the president of the Salotti Group, her high education alone would make it easy


    for her to find a job.


    Izabe checked out a fewpanies. She just wanted something to pass the time, as long as the


    work environment was good and positive. She didn''t care about sry or benefits. She put together


    a resume and sent it to several ces.


    Brett watched unreservedly from the side. After checking out severalpanies, he then took out


    his phone and texted Liam: nopany in R City is allowed to employ Izabe.


    Izabe had no idea that as soon as she sent out her resume, she was betrayed by Brett.


    After finishing with her job applications, Izabe saw that it was already six o''clock.


    "Go cook."


    Izabe jumped in surprise. Following the sound of his voice, she looked back to see Brett sitting on


    the couch, his arm resting on the armrest, his sleeve rolled up to reveal his muscr forearm.


    Judging by his posture, he had been sitting there for a while, but she had been so busy with her


    resume that she hadn''t noticed the extra person in the room.


    "Howe you''re still here? Shouldn''t you be at the hospital with Kaley?" Izabe asked with a


    heavy tone of disdain.