Chapter 3 She Is a Housekeeper

Baila was nervous after hearing this. She suddenly remembered that the person in charge of the Hayes family had never been close to women. He looked so indifferent, and no one had seduced him successfully.

Was she... this man's first woman?

No wonder he was so angry.

She took the initiative to do this at first. But this man woke up later and pressed her against the bed directly. Then this man leaned over...

Baila felt that the place Rowan had bitten was burned by fire. She even felt that she could sense the discomfort in her body.

"Honey, did you get the wrong person? This is the new housekeeper, Baila Nelson!"

Seeing that there was something wrong, Phoebe glared at Baila fiercely. Bitch, how dare you seduce my man? Look in the mirror. How ugly you are!

"A housekeeper?"

Rowan looked down at her condescendingly as he scrutinized her from head to toe.

Baila was flustered when she looked at such a man. But she still looked up calmly, showing the long scar on her right cheek, "Mr. Hayes, you've got the wrong person. I don't know you, and I'm a housekeeper here."

Only then did Rowan notice the scar on Baila's right face. It was a long scar, looking hideous. And it also destroyed Baila's beauty.

Rowan frowned slightly. Indeed, this housekeeper was not the girl last night.

"Then why did you leave here?"

"Mr. Hayes, you are not right. I need to go to the kitchen."

Rowan stared at Baila for a few seconds. Last night, he indeed saw Phoebe's face in the hotel.

But now, Phoebe was beside him, and he mistook a housekeeper for the girl in the hotel.

"Get out of here."

"Yes, Mr. Hayes." Baila turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Rowan left Phoebe behind and went upstairs.

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Phoebe rushed into the Kitchen and found Baila, "Baila, I'm warning you. Stop appearing in front of my husband casually in the future!"

Baila glanced at Phoebe faintly, "OK. I can leave Imperial Manor now, but you should let my grandma go!"

"... The task is not over yet. I have already said that you are a housekeeper here. If my husband doesn't see you, he will doubt about this. You should work as a housekeeper here first."

Being a housekeeper here?

Baila felt terrible when she thought of Rowan's condescending gaze just now. She didn't want to stay here.

But she needed to save her grandma, and she had no other choice.

"Phoebe, you'd better do everything you can to get your position. You probably don't want me to stay here and laugh at you, do you?"

Phoebe was choked by her words.

She looked at Baila's clear eyes, and they were so seducing. She really wanted to rip her eyes out.

How could an ugly girl have such beautiful eyes?

In fact, Phoebe got plastic surgery before. She paid a lot of money to invite a famous doctor to give her this surgery. That famous doctor said that he had seen a stunning girl on the most prosperous street in Washington. Phoebe did this plastic surgery based on that girl's face.

Unexpectedly, when her family brought Baila back from the countryside, Baila looked exactly the same as her when Baila covered the scar on her face.

Could Baila be the stunning girl on the streets of Washington?

How was that possible?

Baila was just an ugly girl from a rural area, and she probably didn't even know where Washington was.

Phoebe hid the jealousy in her eyes. Even though Baila had a pair of beautiful eyes, there was a scar on her face. She was an ugly girl.

"Ugly woman!"

Phoebe cursed proudly, and then she walked out of the kitchen. She ordered Harlee Warren outside. "Give the smallest room to Baila and ask her to do the most tiring work!"

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Baila returned to the housekeeper room. She sat in front of the mirror and looked at the long scar on her face. In fact...