Top tier Wife

Chapter 1 :Stroke of Luck and Bad Girl

Hello?”

“Hello, is this Ms. Rose J.? This is the postal delivery service. You have several packages.” Jake M. read off the delivery notice mechanically.

“Where are you?” the woman’s voice on the other end was cold, but Jake M. had to admit—it was very pleasant to hear.“I’m outside your residential complex. I was supposed to deliver inside, but the security guard won’t let me in. You’ll need to come outside to collect it, or you can call the guard and have them let me in.” Jake M. explained. There was no other way—this was a high-end villa area with strict security. Delivery personnel like him were not allowed inside.

“I’m at work and not at home.”

“Well, in that case, I can leave your packages at the guardhouse. You’ll need to tell the guard to sign for them on your behalf.”

“That won’t work. These are imported goods and quite valuable. I need to inspect them in person.”“But… you’re not home?” Jake M. hesitated.

“You wait there. I get off work in two hours. Be here by six. If you’re not, I’ll complain to your company!” the woman said sharply, then hung up.

“D*mn, what’s her problem? Menopause or something? Imported goods, probably adult toys… and probably extra large,” Jake M. muttered under his breath. As a delivery man, he had seen all kinds of clients, but this one was unusually demanding.Checking the time—just past three. If he waited here until six, he wouldn’t finish his deliveries today, and a complaint would hurt his pay. But if he didn’t wait, she would definitely complain. He had no choice but to rush to his other delivery stops and return before six.

After completing the rest of his deliveries, Jake M. sped back to the villa district. As he approached the gate, he saw a woman walking toward him.

She was stunning—beautiful enough to take Jake M.’s breath away. He had seen many women in New York, but none like her. She seemed to be in her late twenties, with an air of maturity and authority, exuding the aura of a top executive.

“I’m Rose J.,” she said coldly as she reached him.

Jake M. was momentarily stunned, then forced a smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“I told you six o’clock. It’s already five past, and I’ve already called your company to complain,” she said without acknowledging him.

Jake M.’s patience snapped. “Five minutes? Are you kidding me?”

“What did you say? Are you swearing?” she raised her brow.

Realizing his mistake, he calmed down. “Ma’am, I…”

“Who do you think you’re calling ‘ma’am’?” she snapped.

“Not… Miss, Ms. Fang. I waited over two hours for this delivery. Our route is scheduled from nearby to farthest. To deliver your package, I had to go to the farthest point and now return. I’m on an electric tricycle—there’s only so much speed I can make. Is five minutes really worth a complaint?” Jake M. said, feeling frustrated.“That’s your problem. You’re in service; the principle of service is to meet the client’s needs exactly. Even one extra second is an issue. I told the guard to have you follow my car into the complex and deliver everything to my home.”

She got into a sleek BMW 7-series waiting at the gate and drove in, leaving Jake M. fuming yet obliged to follow.

The villa complex looked like a park, with lush greenery and luxury homes hidden behind tall trees and flowerbeds. Despite months of delivery work, Jake M. had never been to such a place before. Following the BMW, he parked behind it and prepared the packages.

“Eleven packages in total. Please sign for each,” Jake M. said, handing over the delivery forms.

“Open them one by one. I need to inspect each before signing,” she said coldly.

“Ms. Fang, you can inspect before signing, but we can’t open the packages for you. If I open them and there’s a problem, the responsibility would fall on me,” Jake M. explained.“Then I’ll call and complain if you don’t open them,” the woman replied simply.

“You… d*mn! Fine, you win!” Jake M.’s jaw tensed in anger. Finally, with no other choice, he pulled a small knife from his bag and began opening each package for her.

“Check this one—is it okay? This one’s fine too… and this one? Also good.” Jake M. quickly opened all the packages, piling them on the ground, and said, “Now can you sign for them?”

“Give me the pen,” the woman said, taking it from Jake M. and signing her name on the delivery slips.

Jake M. took back the forms and began heading back to his vehicle.

“Wait a minute.”

“What else do you want, ma’am? Don’t worry, I’m a service worker—call me a modern-day Good Samaritan, I don’t need to eat,” Jake M. muttered sarcastically.

“Dream on. Bring all these inside,” the woman ordered, pointing to the pile of packages.

“Are you kidding me? I’m a delivery man, not a mover. I’ve already brought them to your door! Our service is doorstep delivery, not home delivery. Sorry, you’ll have to manage them yourself!” Jake M. replied defiantly. The forms were signed; he wasn’t asking for anything else.

“Not moving them? Then I’ll call your company to complain,” Rose J. said, taking out her phone.

“Alright, alright, you win. No need to threaten with complaints. Just ask me to bring them inside, isn’t that enough?” Jake M. muttered, grumbling as he obediently started moving the packages inside.

“Be careful; if anything breaks, your salary won’t cover it,” Rose J. said coldly, walking inside.

“Clearly missing male attention… hormonal imbalance,” Jake M. muttered under his breath as he followed.

“What did you just say? Repeat that,” Rose J. turned sharply.

“N-nothing… I meant you’re young, capable, and gracious—yes, that’s what I meant,” Jake M. quickly backtracked.

“Mind your words,” she warned, then knocked on the door. A middle-aged housekeeper came out.

“Madam, you’re home!” the housekeeper greeted.

“Mm, bring them in,” Rose J. replied, going inside.

“Where should I put them?” Jake M. asked, carrying a heavy load.

“Place them on the coffee table. Open the packaging and take out the boxes to discard,” Rose J. instructed without looking back.

“Seriously? I earn two bucks per package, now I’m a mover, a cleaner, and still get fined five hundred for a complaint? What did I do in a past life to deserve this?” Jake M. muttered as he dumped the items on the table.

“Don’t worry, madam, I’ll take out the trash,” the housekeeper hurriedly offered.

“It’s fine, I’ll do it. Not about trash—it’s about attitude. You know, this is excessive,” Jake M. said, unpacking the boxes while addressing Rose J.

“Can I ask you a favor?” he asked.

“Go ahead,” Rose J. replied, calmly.

“Please, don’t send deliveries to us anymore. I can’t keep up with your luxury orders. I have bills, family responsibilities, and if this happens every few days, my salary won’t cover fines. Please have mercy on this humble delivery man,” Jake M. pleaded, carrying trash out.

“You…” Rose J. pointed at him, speechless.

“Enough! Don’t offer me food or favors—goodbye. Actually… never see you again,” Jake M. muttered, closing the door behind him.

“D*mn, I should avoid beautiful women in the future. No wonder the fortune teller said my love luck would be bad this year. Five hundred bucks… d*mn it,” Jake M. muttered as he rode his bike.

Shortly after, the housekeeper noticed a slightly damaged bottle among the items.

“Madam, this bottle seems scratched,” she said.

Rose J. took it and saw the obvious marks. “Go get him back,” she instructed.

The housekeeper ran outside but returned shortly. “He’s gone.”

Rose J. took her car and drove off to chase Jake M.

Back at the company, Jake M. received his paycheck earlier than expected.

“Manager, still here so late?” Jake M. said with a grin.

“I was waiting for you,” the manager replied coldly.

“Waiting for me?” Jake M. began flattering him.

“Enough. Do you know why I waited?” the manager asked impatiently.

“You mean… for today’s delivery slips?” Jake M. asked, surprised.

“That’s not my job. Here’s your paycheck and commission,” the manager said, tossing an envelope on the table.

Jake M. opened it. “$8,300? Wait… this month isn’t even half over?”

“Your base salary last month was $5,400. With partial salary this month, it adds to $7,300. I added $1,000 as a bonus and your commission for today. Consider it my personal compensation,” the manager explained.

Jake M. asked, “Why?”

“You were fired. Today’s incident with Rose J. forced the company’s hand. She complained twice, threatening legal action, claiming damaged items worth over $30,000. We can’t risk it,” the manager said.

Jake M. was stunned but laughed bitterly. “I understand you, but who understands me? Fine, I’m gone. This $1,000 isn’t charity—it’s mine. Last month I spent $800 on you, now it adds up. Enough said.”

He grabbed the envelope, then a pack of cigarettes, and left.Jake M. stopped by the bank to deposit his earnings. Counting the debt left, he muttered, “Still owe $523,000…”

Frustrated, he decided to confront Rose J. personally. Riding back to the villa, he barged into her home without ringing, demanding answers.

“Where’s that b*tch?!” he barked.

“Who is it?” Rose J. asked.

“Your old pal,” Jake M. replied. Seeing her at the table, he launched into a tirade, blaming her for his firing, her attitude, and even personal grievances, screaming, “I’m just a delivery guy! Five minutes late and you ruin my life!”

Rose J. listened calmly. “Finished?”

“No! I came here specifically to yell at you!”

“Then continue,” she said, eating her meal.