Love With The Murderer Beauty

Chapter-3

Maya POV

My hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and I wore a white shirt with jeans the next day. I left the flat with Amber's handbag and address, which she had given me the day before. I took a break and returned the purse to its rightful owner. I also reserved a cab and provided him the address. I was jittery and worried that something bad might happen.

After an hour, I arrived in front of a massive and gorgeous mansion. The green gate was shut. So, from within the cabin, I attempted to contact security. A black security uniform is worn by one of the guards. In his thirties, he had a look about. “Could you please tell me that Mrs. Rose Reynold lives there?” I asked, waving my hand.

He began by inspecting my clothing and raising his eyebrows before asking me questions such as, “why are you here, who are you?”

“I'm Maya, and I found Mrs. Rose's purse in the Italian restaurant where she left it yesterday, and I'd like to return it to her,” I replied quietly. "Could you please inform her that I have come to return it”?

He returned to the cabin with a nod of his head. He made a phone call while nodding his head. I became terrified and decided to hand up my purse to this guard and return home.

I was standing near the gate when a car came up behind me and kept blaring its horn. I tried to look inside the car but couldn't see anyone. The door to the black SUV car was promptly opened by another guard. Meanwhile, the bodyguard returned and inquired, "Madam, Please enter, Mrs. Reynold will be waiting for you.”

I accompanied him inside the mansion. The mansion was elegantly decorated with a historical and modern theme, with different family members creating pictures on the walls. My gaze was drawn to a photograph of a young boy seated on a bench. His eyes were as grey as the ocean's depths.

We went to the mansion's living room. A girl requested that I wait for Mrs. Reynold.

My hands were sweaty and my legs were creating a circle on the ground as I sat on the sofa looking around. The sound of heels licking attracted my attention, and I turned around to see the same lady, Miss Reynold, who had left her purse.

Due to respect, I rose from my seat. She greeted me with a kind grin and motioned for me to take a seat.

As though we were normal people, we sat down on the sofa. She poured a cup of tea for me.

“Mam,” I said as I handed her the purse. "Please double-check that everything is in order.”

“I didn't have to double-check it, dear.I'm confident that everything will be in my purse. If anyone else had it, they would have to take it; however, you came here to give it to me, and I am quite grateful,” she remarked, her smile reaching her eyes.

I felt very relieved after returning her purse. It felt like a weight on my shoulders.

"Mam, this was my job to return you back," I added with a kind smile. I understand the value of money earned through hard effort. So please don't thank me.”

She snatched me up in her arms and hugged me fiercely. Her unexpected act caught me off guard. Her phone began to ring, so she excused herself and asked me to wait a moment.

I paused for a few moments before deciding to leave.

I was about to leave when I noticed a man approaching me, staring at his phone with a blank stiff expression. His personality drew me in; he was gorgeous, with grey eyes, as though he inherited Mrs.beauty. Rose's When he cleared his throat, I was buried in contemplation and they both looked fairly similar. I looked into that man's eyes, and he moved closer to me, scrutinising my expression. As he spotted me staring at him, I blushed. "Who are you?" he asked, his gaze furrowed.

Before I could respond to his query, I had no idea what to say. "She has come to return my pocketbook that I had left in the restaurant yesterday," said the voice from behind me.

Mrs.Rose was hugged by the man, who rolled his eyes. She kissed his cheek and rubbed his arm with delight. She then motioned for both of us to take a seat on the sofa. I got out of my seat and was overcome with anxiety. Mrs.Rose recognised my uneasiness and inquired, "What is your name, dear?"

I attempted to talk but was unable to do so. “Mam, my name is Maya Sharma,” I attempted again to respond to her. She smiled at me and said, "Will you be my Personal Assistant?" after a moment of contemplation.

Her inquiry startled her, but not me. The man sitting next to her looked astonished as well, but he quickly covered his face, as he had done before. “Meet my son, Zack Reynold," she said proudly as she pointed to her son.

Her youngster locked his gaze on me, staring me in the eyes. Mrs. Rose's giggling cut us off in our tracks, and I was looking at him as well.

“Please, I need a personal assistant immediately, and I am tired of foolish personal assistants,” she said, pouting like a small child. I want you to complete this work since you are a trustworthy and genuine person. I'd be willing to pay you a substantial sum of money.” She did not act egotistically or like an older woman, yet she is unique, pure, and active. Despite my confusion, I looked at her response and said, "Mam, I have no idea what I'm supposed to perform as a personal assistant, and I'm not very well educated. Sorry for rejecting you, but it's ideal if you hire someone with experience.”

“Dear, you don't need too much schooling and everyone has their first,” she said, laughing at my response while sipping an orange juice.

"I'm delighted your first impressions begin in my office. Similarly, I am confident you will do your best.” But I remained unconvinced, twitching my fingers again and again. She snatched my attention and stated, "You need to plan my appointments and assist me on another occasion." Then you have to offer me coffee and run my errands on occasion.”

I paused for a moment before responding, “Mam, please give me some time to think about it; I will inform you of my decision by tomorrow.”

She frowned at first, but understood my predicament, and then nodded. I thanked her one again and exited the home, my life taking a new direction!