Ex husband Goes Money Comes

Chapter 108 I Am the Master

So, this was all that she had done in three years?

Orlando didn’t know what to say.

He knew Whitney was harsh to her daughter-in-law. Could it be that Whitney fired the servants in the villa and handed all the household chores to her?

At that time, every time he went home from work, he saw that the house was clean and the food was steaming, and he never cared about the details.

Because he was mad at Nash for forcing him to marry Viola, he always chose to ignore her. When Orlando was in a bad mood, he would mock her…

Viola noticed he was lost in thought and waved her hand in front of his eyes before continuing.

“However, you’d better be mentally prepared. If you want it to be one year instead of three years, the things you need to do will double.”

Orlando shook his head and sneered.

She wouldn’t suffer any losses.

Viola walked in front and didn’t pay attention to his expression. She thought of something and said, “Oh right, 1 forgot to buy the washing machine. You will dry the clothes with your hands. Some clothes are made of different materials. Split them up. Don’t make a mistake.”

Orlando stared at her back and mercilessly exposed her lame excuse.

“You will buy a washing machine? When I transferred the house to you, I remember a woman named Rayna was busy and changed the furniture and appliances in the house.”

After being exposed, Viola turned around and gave him a cold glance, not intending to hide it.

Yes, she deliberately gave the washing machine to the welfare home.

The children in the welfare home needed washing machines more than he did.

The two silently entered the hall.

Viola groped around the wall for a bit, and with the movement of muscle memory, she turned on the lights instantly.

The living room was bright, and the house was still the original structure, but the furniture and the matching style were not the same black and white.

Viola walked directly to the kitchen, while Orlando followed her quietly.

Coming to the kitchen, she lookout a thick book from the storage cabinet and handed it to Orlando.

“This is a cookbook in the future, you have to follow the instructions in the book. Every meal should have meat, vegetable, and soup. But it can’t be the same dishes every day.”

and flipped through

the time. It was already half past eight. She hadn’t eaten dinner

it’s done, call me. If you sleep in the room tonight, you can choose a room on the second floor, not the third

that, she went upstairs to the study. She had a

so much that he

dried up and stuck

used a towel to warm it

being discovered by Viola, he quickly took off his shirt and

because he had been injected with the

dripping and put on the dark suit jacket. If one did not look carefully, he would not notice anything out

had exhausted all his strength

special medicine was

taken up more than half an hour before Orlando started cooking.

refrigerator and saw there were all kinds of vegetables and

was obvious that she planned everything

no one knew what he

upstairs, Viola sat in front of the

She was concentrated.

that she created was in its third season, and it was still

shie had gone back to continue recording after recovering froin her injuries. Sherlyn did not seem to be affected and quickly got into her stride. She had always been in

going

on the talent show, Viola called Aisha who was at

them to wipe the floor tonight. Alisha was very loud and cursed you, so I locked them up in the basement again. Is there a problem with

become servants, you should restrain them according to the request of the servants. If they don’t listen, you can punish them liowever you want. But there’s one thing. Discipline the male Servants in the family house. They

Ms. Zurnthior, don’t worry.

was making promises. The window was not closed, Viola

be… coming

the phone in horror and ran downstairs, only to see the

coughed as he tried to fan away the

you to make a meal. Are you going to

the kitchen, turned off

the choking smell almost

something in the pot that had been burned black like

ribs,” Orlando replied

it again. It was hard to

you put a pound of soy sauce? And it was burnt. Even the recipe couldn’t save you. How bad

his innocence, “I made it according to the recipe. It says it should be stewed with a small fire for an