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.”
Bingo! Then, the youngest one is indeed her!
Damien took a sip of tea. “When did your preferences become so ‘explicit?”
Lennon casually raised an eyebrow and grinned. “You wouldn’t get it.”
He took the chance that Damien hadn’t met this particular maid in his house. Apparently, Lennon had reservations that if he provided too many details, it might pique Damien’s curiosity about the girl, potentially leading to him discovering more about her and, by some chance, developing feelings for her and subsequently refusing to let him have. Cherise.
By keeping it vague and simply stating his interest in the youngest maid in the house, Lennon hoped Damien would manage it through the usual channel- through Mr. Hampson.
Lennon sipped his tea with anticipation, looking forward to the puzzled expression he imagined on Cherise’s face when she visited his villa the next day.
“All right, then. Have her come to my place tomorrow!”
Damien nodded, a tug on his lips. “I hope you won’t regret this.”
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