?Chapter 101:


    At Briggs Group, William sat silently in front of hisputer, his fingers steepled under his chin as he studied the surveince footage from Ste’s vi. His expression gave nothing away.


    Watching the clip, he came to a conclusion—she clearly needed a bodyguard. Dealing with unexpected visitors could be a real problem.


    He then reached for the internal line. Momentster, Luca entered the room.


    “You called, Mr. Briggs?”


    “Bring Rita to me,” he ordered simply.


    Luca hesitated for a beat—he wasn’t sure why Rita was suddenly needed. But he nodded and responded dutifully, “Understood. I’ll let her know right away.”


    Later that evening, after finishing her work, Ste returned home. The moment she walked in, she saw William lounging on the sofa like he lived there.


    Before she could say anything, a middle-aged woman stepped out of the kitchen, her apron still on.


    Ste blinked in confusion. “Um… and you are?”


    William didn’t even look up. “This is Rita. She’ll be living here with us from now on. If you need anything, just let her know.”


    Ste was speechless. If he had a housekeeper now, shouldn’t he go back to his own ce? Why was he still parked here? Wouldn’t it make more sense for Rita to live with him?


    Or was Rita’s cooking not up to His Majesty’s standards either?


    “Mr. Briggs,” Ste said carefully. “Maybe… maybe you could take your housekeeper back to your own ce?”


    Before she could finish, William turned and looked directly at her, his face unreadable.


    “Thest housekeeper resigned. Rita’s the new one. You’ll be teaching her how to cook from now on.”


    Ste blinked, stunned. Had she heard him right?


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    He hired a housekeeper and expected her to train her?


    “You mean I have to teach your housekeeper?” Ste asked, pointing at herself in disbelief.


    “Is that a problem?” William replied calmly. “She’ll handle everything else. She can even look after you. Isn’t that a win-win situation?”


    Ste stared at him like he was speaking anothernguage.


    Win-win? In what world?


    William studied her face for a moment, then lifted a brow. “Or are you saying… you actually want to keep cooking for me forever?”


    And there he went again with that smug attitude.


    Without saying a word, she spun on her heel and stormed upstairs, choosing to ignore himpletely.


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