CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 69: ADD 205 USD

Vera Wave averted her gaze and stepped into the bathroom, not noticing the peculiar look on Kris Cooper, who was standing at the bedroom door.

Looking at the closed bathroom door in front of him, Kris took a while to recover from his memories. He turned around, walked into the bedroom, quickly picked up the clothes she had prepared for him, and put them on.

Having draped his tie over his shirt collar, he stopped again.

"Vera, tie my tie."

"Coming!"

Vera entered, a form and pen in hand. She casually placed them on the bed and stood in front of him. She grabbed both ends of the tie and began to tie it for him meticulously.

Skillfully knotting the tie, she then lifted her small hand to neaten his collar.

"Ah, I forgot to get your cufflinks!" She slapped her forehead, picked up the form and pen from the bed, and handed them to him. "Sign this for me first; I’ll go fetch them now!"

Sign again?

Lowering his eyes to the form in his hand, Kris saw ’Morning Service’ in the item column, with the amount listed as 210 USD. In the remarks column, a line of tiny, densely packed print was visible.

"’Bring breakfast, serve porridge, fetch chopsticks... wipe sweat?!’"

This little minx. No wonder she was being so attentive to him—it was all about the money.

"Yeah, you didn’t think I’d wipe your sweat for free, did you?" Vera, her head bowed, didn’t notice the man’s expression shifting from sunny to cloudy, rapidly heading towards a thunderstorm, as she unfastened the cufflinks in her hand and attached them to his shirt. "Add another ten—no, twenty! Cufflinks are ten USD each! That makes it 230 USD in total. Please change the amount for me!"

Hmm, why do I suddenly feel a chill run down my spine?

Could it be... Has the temperature suddenly dropped?!

Vera rubbed her hands together, picked up the suit jacket from the sofa, and offered it to Kris Cooper.

"How much to wear the suit jacket?" Kris asked through clenched teeth.

"I’ll charge you twenty. That’s 250 USD altogether." Vera looked up at the CEO’s grim face. "Actually, never mind. I won’t charge you for this one. Consider it complimentary."

Kris snatched the suit jacket from her hands, flung it onto the bed, and advanced on her with a scowl.

"Then aren’t you losing out?"

Seeing his ferocious expression, Vera instinctively retreated.

"No, no loss! Don’t stores give discounts during clearance sales? How about... I give you a discount too? Let’s make it 220 USD?!"

The room was small, and she was already backed against the wall with nowhere else to go.

Sensing his rising anger, she shrank back, looking for a chance to escape.

BANG!

Kris slammed the hand holding the form and pen against the wall, blocking her path.

"Since you insist on itemizing everything, let’s do a proper accounting. You ate eight of my steamed buns, at eighty USD each, totaling 640 USD. One bowl of porridge is 160 USD. Together, that’s 800 USD. In other words, you still owe me 580 USD!"

"On what grounds? Those steamed buns sell for only eight USD each at the Halal Restaurant, and the porridge is just sixteen USD."

"Correct. You’re talking about the Halal Restaurant’s prices. I personally bought them and delivered them to you, so naturally, the price should be doubled."

"Was your math taught by a gym teacher? That’s not doubling it; that’s marking it up tenfold!"

"I choose to mark it up tenfold. You got a problem with that? Fine..." Kris frowned, glaring at her. "Pay up!"

Vera pouted. What’s up with this guy? Does he have a temper like a self-igniting firecracker?!

He was perfectly fine a moment ago. Why did he blow up just because I asked him to sign something?

She opened her mouth to retort, but meeting his furious gaze, she averted her eyes.

This guy always responds to a soft approach, not a hard one. If I try to play tough with him, I’ll be the one at a disadvantage.

Has Vera had a car accident today?!