Chapter 25


    Isaac’s body was so hard that Patricia was in pain from knocking against him. She steadied herself


    as she held onto his shoulders, and their eyes met.


    “How should I punish you? Interest on interest? Huh?”


    Patricia thought that he probably had a lot to drink when she observed him. No wonder his voice


    sounded a little odd over the phone earlier—it wasn’t as cold as before and sounded a little more


    friendly.


    So, he’s drunk, she thought, undoing the tie for him.


    After she took off the tie, a certain man felt morefortable, and his attractive eyes gazed at her


    with a slight hint of a smile. “I had a little too much to drink tonight, and I’m feeling uneasy. Can you


    prepare something to ease my stomach?”


    In fact, he didn’t drink a lot, just a ss of white wine, and he had a better tolerance for alcohol


    than this, but a particr man just wanted to be drunk for once.


    Probably this was what it meant when people say that only the heart would allow itself to be drunk.


    Patricia blinked as she answered, “Oh, okay. But, President Arnold, you called me over for work.


    What exactly do you want me to do?”


    It seemed like someone had already cleaned his house, which was rtively clean.


    This girl is so innocent and gullible, Isaac thought, staring at her with a deep look in his eyes.


    “Clean my bedroom and also cook for me. Can you do that?”


    His bedroom was a ce he didn’t allow anyone in, so even the servants from the Arnold Family


    who came over to clean didn’t dare to enter his room.


    She knitted her brows as she answered honestly, “I can clean the ce, but I’m not that good at


    cooking.”


    Her cooking wasn’t delicious, and Josephine usually did the cooking because her culinary skills


    were superb. That was why Patricia kept her around—she didn’t want her culinary skills to torment


    her darlings.


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    “That’s fine. You can learn. Go and prepare something to ease my stomach now.”


    After she gave him a nod, she went into the kitchen. She knew a recipe to ease the stomach—


    ginger soup. As Zachary often needed to drink during business dinners, Josephine had prepared


    this ginger soup a few times for him, and she had also picked it up.


    So, she took out a piece of ginger, chopped it up, and boiled it in water just long enough that she


    could boil the juices out of the ginger.


    While she waited for the ginger soup to be ready, she took out the calctor and started counting.


    How much should she ask for the monthly sry if the whole sum was 125,000?


    After several considerations, she decided on 10,000 because she had run a search on the Inte


    that the monthly sry for a half-day housekeeper was only a little over 4,000. So, it was


    considered rather high if she asked for 10,000.


    With a bowl of ginger soup in her hands, she returned to the living room and ced it in front of


    Isaac.


    “President Arnold, the ginger soup is ready. But, be careful because it’s hot!” she reminded him in


    a friendly tone and chuckled. “President Arnold, may I ask for 10,000 as the monthly sry?”


    Right now, he was drunk, so he must be in a blur. Nevertheless, as long as he gave her the nod, it


    would be toote, even if he regretted it tomorrow.


    Isaac straightened his body, picked up the spoon, and was about to take a sip when he heard her


    request. This woman is trying to con me, he thought, furrowing his brows for a second. “5,000 a


    month. I’ve given you an extra 1,000pared to others.”


    Patricia couldn’t help but silently curse in her heart, He’s still so sharp even when he’s drunk. What


    a wily fox he is! Her lips pouted in disgruntlement, and she was a little unwilling to ept this, but


    that was the market price, and she didn’t have the right to say no.


    “Fine, 5,000 it is, then.” That means I have to work here for two years. My god, this is too


    expensive!


    Isaac smirked as he noticed her sullen and pouting face, thinking that it was very adorable. “Go


    and clean the room. The first room on the second floor.”


    Therefore, she went upstairs and into the first room, which was huge. The outside was a small


    study, and the bedroom was on the inside. When she entered the bedroom, she saw that the


    colors in his room were very dark—ck-colored wallpaper and even the bedsheets were ck,


    but the nket was a mess.


    She decided to start with the bed, and when she pulled the nkets away, she saw a beautiful


    woman hidden beneath. Of course, she wasn’t real, and she looked a lot like Sylvie’s Barbie doll,


    but in the size of an adult.


    Patricia picked up the doll, paced to the top of the staircase, and eximed to the man downstairs,


    “President Arnold, are you ying with dolls? You have to dress her up nicely to look good. I’ll help


    you to doll her up, and I’m sure you’ll be amazed.”


    The man who was having soup spit it out. How could I have forgotten about this?