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Gwendolyn finally regained her senses. “Huh?”

Two thousand? These are just three plates and two bowls. How could they be so expensive? Is he robbing me?

Patrick pointed at the broken plates and bowls on the floor and explained, “These are porcelain. The golden stripes on them are real gold. Two thousand is a discounted price.”

How Gwendolyn wished she could pick up all the broken pieces and scratch off all the golden stripes so that she could perhaps sell them for money.

Patrick frowned when she saw her stretching out her hands to pick the broken pieces up.

“Use a broom. Don't use your hands.”

Gwendolyn could only withdraw her hands. He has so many orders. It's up to me how I want to clean this up, okay?

However, the man clearly had no intention of leaving and merely stood there, staring at her.

Patrick knew that she would hurt herself if he did not watch her.

Seeing him standing there, Gwendolyn felt rather upset because she could not keep the broken pieces after all. These strings are made of gold! They must be the same price as gold, right?

Gwendolyn was utterly defeated by her poverty and her life. She no longer had the grace of a lady anymore.

the broken pieces into the trash bag and cleaned

in front of his chest, she had the urge to press

she clearly dared not to do

she took off her apron and turned around, she smiled

o'clock at night, and she wanted to go

bedroom is quite messy.

let out

night. Just go to sleep. Can't I clean the room

of him had

and got into his room. Then he sat at his desk and read

then started

around, but all the clothes were clean. She thought she would need at most ten minutes to

the walk-in closet. All the clothes were scattered on

she saw several of his underwear lying on the

grab them but

so she

Patrick smiled as he watched the scene, leaning against the

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