Chapter 166 The Gardening Woe

“Stop beating around the bush with me.”

“I want one of your female helpers in this house.”

As Damien was pouring tea, his hand paused slightly. “A female helper?”

He remembered that most of his household staffers here were in their forties and above. This was something Lennon had long known even before he went abroad.

Damien chuckled. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

Lennon closed his eyes, envisioning the image of that young girl’s bright eyes widened in shock, “I want the youngest maid in your house.”

She looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen, making her likely the youngest here.

“By the way, there’s no child labor working at your house right now, right?”

“Of course not.”

the youngest one is indeed her!

took a sip of tea. “When did

casually raised an eyebrow and grinned.

if he provided too many details, it might pique Damien’s curiosity about the girl, potentially

youngest maid in the house, Lennon hoped Damien would manage it through the usual channel-

expression he imagined on Cherise’s

then. Have her come

his lips.

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more than a year, Cherise’s life before.

her repetitive routine and lifestyle had

had been confined to the library,

the dry cleaner’s shop that Lennon had mentioned, Cherise.

hand, she noticed the black Cayenne parked at the entrance was no

he left? She muttered as she kept the receipt, thinking Lennon would

fixing the broken water hose and resumed

gardening, her clothes were soaked. Cherise went back inside, leaving

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