chapter 6
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"I think that'll be the end of our conversation. You're to resume tomorrow" Harold said and Irene nodded.
"You'll be given the rules booklet once you get to the living room" Harold added, getting on his feet.Irene wasted no time in standing up too.
"I guess you can find your way back to the living room" Harold said.
"Of course" Irene said.
"Okay bye" Harold said walking far into the garden.
Irene shrugged and started walking back in the same direction Harold led her in.
She gazed admiringly at the garden once more before finally leaving.
Her mind was so occupied that she didn't even knew when she go to the edge of a passageway.
There were two doors and she stood wondering which was the door to the living room.
"Irene you deserve some heavy whip!" She said biting her owe lip.
She had been staring at his broad back all the way to the garden and now she's lost in the middle of two doors .
How could she not even know which door.
Is she that dumb?
Or distracted.
She sighed and made to turn the knob of the door on her left.
"That's the door to my room" Harold suddenly said, startling the hell out of Irene.
She breathed in and out before turning to face him.
"You said you knew the way back to the living room" Harold said.
"Well..it got confusing" Irene said, embarrassed.
How long has he been behind her?
He must have been entertained by her stupidity" Irene thought, almost cursing at herself.
"You can use the door on your right " Harold said and walked into his room.
"Thank you" Irene murmured and hoped he heard through the thick door.
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"Thirty million?" Damien asked in disbelief.
"Yes,i was shocked"
"Oh..my..God! That's half of mum's surgery bill" Damien blinked rapidly.
"Yes!" Irene exclaimed in smiles.
"Why didn't you start immediately" Damien said and Irene laughed.
"I wanted to but im to resume after going through the little girl's rules booklet"
"Rules booklet?" Damien asked..
"Yeah, it's right here in my bag" Irene said searching her bag.
She brought out the little book.
"The girl made the rules herself?" Damien asked.
"Of course and the little girl said she wish i won't back off after reading her rules booklet"
"Really? Are her rules that hard to keep?" Damien wondered aloud.
"Everyone has rules but you know rich kids rules are far different, they set their rules with some kind of level, but i know i won't find the rules difficult" Irene said.
"Does she appear like a spoilt girl?" Damien asked.
"Not at all, She's so smart and a bit of a talkative, i really like her" Irene smiled.
"You like all kids" Damien stated.
"Yes" Irene said.
"There were more of those guys that came to pick me in the morning?"
"Really?" Damien laughed.
"Yeah, the workers in the house are quite much but the mansion is wide enough to accommodate hundreds of people.
The living room alone is wider than our entire compound" Irene said, chewing on the cheese she got on the way.
"Wow!" Damien said interestingly.
"I hope the man was nice to you?" He asked.
"Yes he was and i think he's less creepy today" Irene said and they both laughed.
"Is his behavior different from other billionares?" Damien asked, raising a brow up.
"Totally! He's humble. Can you believe he told me not to bow to him. Something most wealthy people want"
"I knew i didn't made a bad choice in choosing that man as my role model. I admire everything about him and the fact that he's a philanthropist made me admire him more." Damien said.
"But you never told me about him" Irene said.
"Really? I do mention him,to mum though" Damien said.
"Ohh" Irene said, slapping his hand off her cheese.
"Sis!" Damien whined.
"Bro!" Irene mimicked.
"Fine! No one should expect chocolate chip cookies in this house anymore" Damien said.
"Aaarrgh..you know how much i like that cookies and you decided to use it against me huh?" Irene asked and Damien shrugged.
"You can have it" She said slapping the cheese against his ear.
"Ouch!" Damien pouted.
"I need to go check on mum" Irene stood up, sliding her feet into her flip flops.
Damien nodded,busy with the cheese.
Irene shook her head and muttered 'food monger' under her breath before heading to her stepmum's room.
Her stepmother was very different from others.
The woman had broken her legs while trying to get them what to eat.
She acts exactly like their mother, she never for once maltreated them.
Their mother had died long ago before their father and Irene and Damien had forced their father to remarry,they needed a mother in their lives and their father hadn't made a bad choice.
They loved her from the beginning, till now.
She cared for them so much and would sacrifice anything for them.
Most people mistake her for their biological mum.
"Damien, take my bag to my room okay?" Irene said loudly before opening the door to her stepmum's room.
She walked in and met the woman seated on her wheelchair, knitting.
Thats actually what she loves doing most.
"Mum" Irene smiled pecking her on both cheeks.
"Rene" Mrs Neave smiled.
"How are you? Have you eaten?" Irene asked.
"Yes, i have."
"Mum,there's something i want to tell you" Irene said, sitting on the bed.
"Rene.." Mrs Neave paused. "Damien told me everything already" She said.
"Really?"
"Yes and I'm okay with whatever decision you take." Mrs Neave said.
"Thanks mum. I love you" Irene hugged her.
"Look, I'm making a new sweater for you" Mrs Neave said, she had wanted to make it a surprise but it slipped out of her mouth.
"Yaaaaay" Irene squealed excitedly like a little kid.
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"You mean Harold is about to employ a slut as my daughter's nanny" Carle shouted, pacing in her living room.
"yes"
He just received the information from their spy, who's one of Harold's bodyguards but secretly works for them.
"Get me my car key!!!" Carrle screamed.
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