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

If you sleep in the room tonight, you can choose a room on the

she went upstairs to the study. She had a lot

and finally relaxed. It hurt so much that he arched his back and held

white shirt liad long dried up and stuck to

to warm it for a few minutes before separating the shirt and flesh bit by

order to avoid being discovered by Viola, he quickly took off his shirt and washed the blood

Today, because he had been injected with the medicine, he was so tired that he could only

to put on the wel shirt that was barely dripping and put on the dark suit jacket. If one did not look carefully,

all this, he felt he had exhausted all his strength and was extremely

special medicine was

than half an hour before Orlando started cooking. He had to grit his teeth and

opened the refrigerator and saw there were all kinds of

that she

eyes darkened, but no one

study upstairs, Viola sat in front of

She was concentrated.

was in its third season, and it was still

injuries. Sherlyn did not seem to be affected and quickly got into her stride.

seemed everything was going in the right

show, Viola called Aisha who was at the family

so I

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 can’t have

Zurnthior, don’t worry.

closed, Viola suddenly smelled a burning

seemed to be…

in horror and ran downstairs, only to see the kitchen

coughed as he tried to fan

you going to burn the house?” Viola was

covered her nose and entered the kitchen, turned off the fire

while, the choking smell almost

in the pot that had been burned

ribs,” Orlando replied

It was

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

should be stewed with a small fire