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“I don’t like it either.” Zacharias smiled. From his face, she couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or not. Is he a vegan?
In the end, she happily started eating with her head lowered. Looking at her two rows of delicate eyelashes twinkling, he actually forgot to eat.
When she lifted her head, he quickly lowered his, avoiding her gaze. After she finished her meal, he put down his cutlery as well. She then asked, “Are you done?”
“Yes.” He nodded. With his answer, she quickly cleaned up the table. Meanwhile, he didn’t go upstairs; instead, he sat in the living room, watching the news.
His gaze would frequently shift toward the kitchen, where he saw the slender figure washing the dishes. As for what was on the news, it no longer seemed important because his mind was not there.
After washing the dishes, Shirley realized it was almost 8.00PM, so she walked up to Zacharias and said, “Mr. Flintstone, if you don’t have any further instructions, I’ll head back to my dorm now. You should get some rest too.”
Suddenly, he looked at her and said, “Tomorrow, pack your things and move into my guest room.” This statement shocked her. She quickly said, “That is not in accordance with the rules, Mr. Flintstone.”
“I set the rules.” He reminded her. In his household, he had the final say in everything. For instance, the question of where his bodyguards should stay.
Yet, she still wanted to refuse. “Mr. Flintstone, my dorm is only a mile away from your residence, and guards are stationed outside every night. You’re very safe.” In other words, she did not need to stay at his place to protect him.
“Do as I say.” He suddenly picked up the remote and turned off the TV, his tone growing colder and firmer. That night, after she informed her captain, Roy, about this, he was also surprised for a few seconds, then he asked, “Are you sure it’s Mr. Flintstone’s decision?”
Shirley nodded. “Absolutely sure.”
After thinking for a few seconds, he agreed. “Alright, then follow his instructions. Perhaps he has a reason for this.”
At this moment, she couldn’t fathom what Zacharias’ intentions were. She couldn’t help but ask, “Captain, do you want to discuss with Mr. Flintstone about substituting someone else to stay at his place? I’m young and inexperienced. I’m worried that I might not be able to provide adequate protection.”
Initially, Roy was puzzled as well. Zacharias had told him before that, unless it was work-related, his bodyguards should not get close to him, as he needed absolute peace and rest. So, why would he suddenly want a female bodyguard to stay at his house? As he looked at Shirley’s puzzled face, he finally found an answer.
As high-ranking as Zacharias was, he was still a man, and perhaps what he wanted was not a bodyguard but someone who could keep him company and have a chat.
Shirley, being new to the bodyguard industry and having a youthful and pleasant appearance, might indeed be a good choice to keep him company.
After all, a man understood another man better. Roy had a hunch, but he couldn’t tell Shirley. He simply advised, “Shirley, if Mr. Flintstone has specifically asked for you to move in, there’s no room for substitutions. Just focus on your primary duties.”
Seeing that he couldn’t change the situation, she nodded. “Alright, I’ll move my things tomorrow morning.”
That night, she held her phone and plucked up the courage to send a message to Cole, but after waiting for a while, he still didn’t reply. She felt slightly disappointed and eventually fell asleep.
Early in the morning, she packed up her belongings, and around 7.00AM, she carried her luggage downstairs. Corinne happened to be coming from her dorm, and when she saw Shirley packing, she was momentarily surprised. Then, she asked with a hint of schadenfreude, “Did you get fired, Imogen?”
Shirley shook her head. “No, I’m just moving to a different place.”
Corinne wasn’t interested in where she was going to live next. Just then, a shuttle bus pulled up, and Shirley placed her luggage on board and got on. Corinne planned to walk, but the driver called out to her, “Corinne, get in.”
“I’m heading to Mr. Flintstone’s residence,” she said.
“I’m taking Imogen there too. Hop on,” the driver said. Shocked, Corinne looked at Shirley, realizing that when she said she was moving to a different place, she meant moving into Zacharias’ residence.
She immediately got on the bus, her eyes fixed firmly on Shirley. “You’re going to live at Mr. Flintstone’s place?”
Shirley could see the envy in Corinne’s expression. However, she had no intention of boasting; instead, she felt helpless. She simply nodded. “Yes, it was Mr. Flintstone’s idea.”
At once, Corinne’s chest heaved, and she bit her lip before snorting in Shirley’s direction. “You’re quite something, huh?” She believed that Shirley had used some means to captivate Zacharias behind her back, and that was why he was giving her special treatment.
Though Shirley knew that Corinne had misunderstood, she chose not to explain and just furrowed her brow.
Upon arriving at Zacharias’ residence, Shirley got off the bus, and Corinne stood by her side. As the shuttle bus departed, Corinne spoke in a serious tone. “Stop right there, Imogen.”
Shirley had no choice but to stop and look at Corinne, feeling that she had somehow provoked her.
At this moment, Corinne seemed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, displaying a touch of aggressiveness. “How did you make Mr. Flintstone notice you? What tricks did you use? Or did you seduce him when I wasn’t around?” She voiced her suspicions.
In her eyes, she was no less than Shirley in every way, so why would Zacharias show interest in her? Shirley had to have done something behind the scenes.
Hearing that, Shirley was at a loss for words. The feeling of being wrongly accused is so unpleasant. She gave Corinne a sharp, piercing look. “Are you done?”
Corinne was taken aback by her gaze and snorted. “Don’t let me catch you doing anything wrong, or I won’t let you off.”
With that, she entered the house first, and Shirley followed her. Shirley took her luggage to the second floor, where there was a guest room reserved for visitors. Since Zacharias’ master bedroom and his study were on the third floor, the entire third floor became his operational territory. Considering that, Shirley chose to stay on the second floor.
Meanwhile, Corinne went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Zacharias. The less she received his attention, the harder she worked. She wanted to outshine Shirley and make him see how good she was.
After a quick unpacking, Shirley decided to go to the third floor to inform Zacharias that she had moved in. She had felt his displeasure the night before when she had rejected him. Indeed, having been accustomed to being in a position of power for a long time, he is no longer used to being rejected.
She went up to the third-floor foyer, and as she turned the corner, she suddenly saw a man sitting in the third-floor living room. He was dressed in a loose-fitting black robe, with the belt hanging loose in the middle. Water droplets were falling from the tips of his hair, sliding down his strikingly handsome face, down to his jawline, and further down onto his exposed abdominal muscles. He lounged on the couch, exuding an air of relaxed nonchalance.
At once, she covered her eyes and turned around. She didn’t expect him to dress like this. “Good morning, Mr. Flintstone.” She greeted him.
“Have you moved in?” he asked directly. With a nod, she answered, “I’ve brought my luggage to the guest room on the second floor.”
“Good,” he simply replied.
“I’ll go downstairs to work now,” she said before hurrying to the foyer. On the way, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. The image she had just seen wouldn’t leave her mind.
After that, she went to do her cleaning tasks. Even though they were repetitive, they couldn’t be neglected.
When Corinne finished preparing breakfast, she saw a tall and elegant figure descending the stairs. It was Zacharias.
“Your breakfast is ready, Mr. Flintstone,” she said with a smile. Her previous harsh attitude toward Shirley was nowhere to be seen.
“Okay.” He nodded and sat down at the breakfast table. All this while, Corinne looked at him admiringly, finding it hard to take her eyes off him. Naturally, he noticed this. For girls who had ulterior motives, he typically gave them indifferent treatment.
“Mr. Flintstone, if you ever want something specific for your meals, feel free to tell me anytime,” she said.
“No, you’re doing great.” He shook his head. At once, her heart raced with joy. “Thank you, Mr. Flintstone.”
“I’ll give you the day off. You can go back to the dorm and rest,” he suddenly said. Just after a few seconds of joy, her expression froze. Another day off? For the whole day? “But I- I still need to prepare lunch and dinner for you.” She quickly emphasized her importance.
“Imogen can handle that.”
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