Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Be Their Maid 

Yolanda thought, “They want me to be their maid, doing the chores and serving them? 

“What makes them think I’ll say yes? And they even sound so 

condescending. How shameless.” 

She couldn’t help but let out a derisive laugh and then turned to leave, not bothering to say a word. 

Jaslyn continued, “Yolanda, I’m offering you this chance first because you’re a friend to me. You don’t have to worry about your pay–it’ll be more than generous. Maybe put your pride aside and think about it. After all, renting this villa must be a great burden on you.” 

Yolanda quickened her pace until she finally couldn’t hear Jaslyn’s voice 

anymore. 

The world was once again a beautiful place. 

With her hands in her pockets, she went back home briskly. 

On the second day, she started painting walls. The original ones were white, which worked for the living room on the first floor. But she wanted to paint the bedroom and the small living room on the second floor a light blue. 

After mixing the latex paint, she carried it upstairs and began painting. At first, she painted slowly because she had never done this before. But after watching a few tutorial videos, she got the hang of it. 

Still, painting all by herself seemed to take ages. So, when Kieran called her, she asked him to come over and help. 

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Kieran showed up together with Elvis. They gave her a thumbs–up in admiration upon seeing her work. 

“Yolanda, it’s just a rented place. Do you really have to go through all this trouble?” Kieran asked while mixing the latex paint. 

She said, “If I’m gonna live here, I’m gonna live here comfortably.” 

“Makes sense.” 

Elvis was more experienced than the two. He corrected their movements and smoothed over the uneven spots she had missed. 

“I don’t think the villa owner is a happy one,” he suddenly commented. 

Tilting her head, she asked, “What makes you say that?” 

He said, “Haven’t you noticed the white wall, the gray–white floor tiles, and how empty this whole place is? Doesn’t it remind you of something?” 

“What?” Kieran was curious. 

“A morgue.” 

“Huh?” Kieran looked around and couldn’t help but shiver. “Now that you mention it… It kind of does.” 

“A person who lives here every day is bound not to be a happy one.” 

Hearing Elvis’s words, Yolanda also looked around. In fact, the place had felt cold to her from day one. 

This place was cold and even lifeless. 

So, when Brent said it was open for remodeling, she nodded at once. She knew she couldn’t live in such a place for long; she feared she’d gradually become part of it and end up the same lifeless, too. 

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Maybe she’d become a walking dead. 

As the words struck her, she shivered violently. 

Was Brent a walking dead? 

When he typed, saying he’d cook for her, marry her, and so on, what was the expression on his face? 

Perhaps there was no expression at all… 

His tenderness, affection, and warmth were just her hallucinations. 

In short, Brent was like a digital fiancé who didn’t exist in reality at all. 

“The wall color clashes with the tile color. Are you gonna replace the tiles?” Elvis asked her while painting the wall. 

She shook her head, amused by her rich imagination. 

“I’m planning on putting in new floors,” she said. 

“On both floors?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Then you should contact professional workers; the villa is huge.” 

“I’m already on it.” 

After taking a quick bite at noon, they continued to pain in the afternoon. They were efficient, wrapping up work as night fell. 

None of them did physical work frequently. Even Elvis and Kieran were beat, let alone Yolanda. She ordered takeout, and they drank and ate while chatting at a makeshift outdoor table. 

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“About the yard–I’m thinking of adding two ponds–one on each side of the yard,” she mused. 

“I saw a yard behind the villa. It’s huge and comes with a swimming pool,” Kieran said after sipping beer. 

“Yeah, but the pool is empty, and the yard is overgrown.” Yolanda shrugged. 

“This is CloudSea Villas we’re talking about here. Even a small one costs at least 3 million dollars. This villa is in a great location, and I think it’s probably the largest one. It’s gotta be worth at least 8 million dollars.” 

“That much?” Yolanda was stunned. 

Elvis nodded. “And I’m being conservative here.” 

She pursed her lips, figuring that Brent must have taken out a mortgage, and he was probably still paying it off. 

Meanwhile, Elvis suggested, “I think you should talk to the owner before renovating the yards. You don’t want any conflicts, right?” 

She said truthfully, “In fact, the villa belongs to my fiancé. I’m remodeling it to be our home together.” 

“Fiancé? When were you engaged?” Kieran asked suspiciously. 

Obviously, Elvis didn’t buy it either. 

Yolanda rolled her eyes; she had told them before, but they had thought she was just saying it out of spite. 

“My aunt set us up.” 

Elvis and Kieran exchanged glances, clinked their bottles of beer, and then drank. 

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“I’m serious, OK? I’m really getting married!” Yolanda repeated angrily. 

Kieran put down the bottle and asked her seriously, “Fine. When?” 

“September 6th.” 

“The same day as Antwan’s wedding?” 

“Yeah.” 

Kieran was slightly stunned before asking her worriedly, “Yolanda, are you OK?” 

“Of course!” She glared at him before turning to look at Elvis. “Do you believe me or not?” 

Elvis stared at her for a few seconds before nodding. “Yes.” 

She was about to exhale when he added, “Whatever makes you happy.” 

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes again, realizing Elvis didn’t believe her either. 

Just then, Antwan’s car stopped opposite them. As he got out of the car, he looked over. 

Kieran waved at him, and he came over. 

Yolanda glared at Kieran again, who scratched his head and said in a small voice, “Not saying hi to him seems a bit rude, right?” 

Antwan was in a black suit, slicked back hair, and gold–rimmed glasses. At first glance, anyone would think he was a cold, aloof elite. 

He stopped at the door to the yard, his gaze sweeping from the well–lit villa to the messy yard, and then to the three. Finally, he fixed his gaze on Yolanda. 

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“Have you thought about Jaslyn’s proposal from yesterday?” 

She answered without looking at him, “I don’t need to. I refuse.” 

“Feel free to name your desired salary.” 

“I’m not that desperate for money.” 

“Perhaps you should reconsider.” 

She sneered and tilted her head to look at him, “You and your family are having so much fun patronizing me, aren’t you?” 

“Jaslyn meant well.” 

“I don’t need it.‘ 

He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about tearing down your parents‘ house and rebuilding it into a café. What do you say?” 

She sprung to her feet at once. “Antwan, you promised to give it back to me! You liar!” 

“I did say that, but you also know exactly how much damage that photo caused. Don’t you?” 

She took a deep breath, realizing he was set to annoy her. 

“Fine. I’ll take the job.” 

She wasn’t a pushover; she’d drag them down together with her.