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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsomething, huh?” She believed that Shirley had used smeans 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 | 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 letcatch you doing anything wrong, or | 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 bechis 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.
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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 handsface, 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.