Chapter 2
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"Okay, Ms. Stanford, to protect customer privacy, we won't resell it. We'll destroy it immediately."
"Okay."
I hung up the phone and Leon entered the room looking deeply insulted.
"If you're going to do something, hurry up. I've got plans for tomorrow."
He impatiently stripped off his clothes, glanced around, and frowned. "Where's the care oil? I told you I only use the joint care oil that costs two hundred thousand per bottle. Where is it?"
Normally, to keep his skin feeling exquisite, I had to buy the most expensive care oil. Jordan, on the other hand, didn't make a fuss and obediently used massage oil that cost less than a hundred.
But now, it's time for a change.
I tossed him a bottle of cheap oil, "Make do with this."
With that, I slammed the door and left, my face cold. Behind me, I heard the sound of something being angrily thrown.
The next morning, for the first time, Leon personally cooked a table full of dishes. He glanced proudly at the pile of mechanical supplies by the door and couldn't help but smile.
"If you'd told me earlier that you secretly bought me a branded care set online, I wouldn't have lost my temper. Fine, I reluctantly forgive you."
That's when I realized he cooked because he mistakenly thought those things were bought by me for him. But he didn't know that all the luxury items were bought to Jordan's standards.
I didn't bother to explain, and as I looked down at the food, a wave of nausea hit me.
"Don't you know I hate mackerel, mangoes, and lettuce?"
I was taken aback, realizing these were all Megan's favorite foods.
Driven by impulse, I pulled up his control panel, and found all the information in his system was about Megan.
Favorite food ranking: lettuce, mackerel, mangoes...
When I entered my name, it came up as a bunch of gibberish.
Indeed, in his system, I was no longer his owner.
Seeing Leon in a low-power state, I locked him in the basement with a backward hand.
That night, a woman's ecstatic scream woke me up. I followed the sound to the basement, only to find Leon kneeling on the bed, kissing Megan's calf, reverently calling her 'Mistress'.
The customer service had said that a robot boyfriend could fulfill the female owner's desires by activating its servant mode.
This isn't just a signature feature. It's a fundamental function of this robot.
Yet whenever I'm with him, he always impatiently asks, "Is it over yet?"
I never expected him to shower all his flattery on Megan.
I kicked the door open abruptly, without any hesitation.
Megan hurriedly buttoned up, with a look of grievance. "Sister, even if you don't like Leon, you can't lock him in the basement. He was feeling very uncomfortable, and I felt sorry for him, so I helped him. Besides, Father said that if I truly like Leon, I should come to you for him."
Three years ago, my mother's death was caused by anger because of her appearance. Father remarried with his mistress, without a word of concern for me or a penny of support. The money I spent was all from my mother's family's inheritance.
I never expected Megan to have the audacity to act so presumptuously.
As I smelled the tainted air, I pointed to the door. "My things, even if they're to be sold as scrap, aren't yours to decide on."
Hearing this, Leon's expression turned sour. "Scrap? You don't need to tell such lies to slander Megan! If you truly thought I was scrap, you wouldn't have bought me all those things!"
I ignored him and began dragging Megan out. Unexpectedly, Leon kicked me into the basement without any restraint.
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