He stared at me and said, "So how are you going to return this favor? Tell me. If I am satisfied with your answer, I might even make Sebastian suffer."
I was speechless and replied, "What do you want? I will try my best."
He thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you cook a week's worth of meals for me? But you're not allowed to cook pasta every day. I'm going to vomit if that's the only thing I will be having for one week."
His request was reasonable, but I felt embarrassed. I glanced at him and replied, "Mr. Hayes, didn't I tell you that the only dish I know how to make is pasta? Are you sure you want me to cook other stuff for you?"
He pursed his lips. "Can't you learn? I don't care, I only want this. I'm not going to agree to other conditions."
"Fine!" I agreed for now. He didn't mention that the dishes cooked needed to be edible.
When I finally arrived at the gate of the villa, I was a little stupefied. This villa was way too huge. All the villas in Jarold City had fixed dimensions. It was obvious that this villa was at least twice the
size of ordinary ones in Jarold City. Perhaps it could even be called a manor.
The Milton family was really wealthy. This villa looked to be worth hundreds of millions. Were they staying here, or were they using it for other purposes?
The car had to drive a long way before it reached the main building. When we arrived, a servant was already waiting at the entrance. When Tobias and I got out of the car, he pursed his lips and remarked, "This villa is almost as big as Hayes Manor. Jarold City is extremely populated, yet they could still afford such a huge house. The Milton family is really impressive."
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