CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

Chapter 8

Dumbfounded at being mistaken for the new maid, Finley did not react for a moment.

Meanwhile, the housekeeper, Kate Jones, was getting annoyed with the strange newcomer who seemed a little slow.

Not once did Kate think that the strange girl in the living room was a guest. After all, no other women had been allowed to visit Turner Mansion.

Especially with that ugly face and cheap clothes…

“Are you deaf, Girl? What are you still standing there for? Chop chop! Get to work.”

Finley was about to explain who she was when the housekeeper started grumbling under her breath about dumb and lazy maids.

Tired and hungry, Finley decided to ignore the housekeeper.

She wasn’t stupid. After waiting for half an hour, that husband of hers hadn’t shown up yet. He must be lurking somewhere, waiting to see what she would do.

Finley tossed the uniform to the side and sat on the sofa.

Kate’s face turned red with anger, “How dare you! Get up! How can a maid relax on the sofa like this?”

Finley raised a brow at the housekeeper’s attitude.

Then she coldly said, “I never said I was the new maid.”

If she couldn’t even deal with the staff, how would she have the gall to take on the role of Mrs. Turner?

Kate blinked in surprise when the strange young lady said casually, “Sorry but I’m a friend of Mr. Turner.”

“You? How can you be Mr. Turner’s friend? I’ve never seen the boss have a friend like you before.” Finley chuckled dryly, “I’m one of a kind. Though if we were specific about it, I’m a new friend… and his new doctor.”

and blurted

You look like you’re barely out of high

take her doubts

her wrist, taking the older woman’s pulse. Meanwhile, she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head

are

doctor. Shh, be quiet for a

“What kind of doctor

good one. Now,

Finley released the confused

often have headaches, chest pains, dizziness, and

mouth but no words

complaining to my doctor about last week. How

a doctor. In any case, you should keep your stress levels low and eat healthily. Monitor your

just that the only women in here are maids. I thought the

to meet you, I’m

Mr. Turner’s new personal

Finley nodded.

were all the

man in question was upstairs watching the scene play out

put it out. What was the point when he couldn’t smell anything? Remembering the fragrance from Finley’s

“Yes, Sir?”

to my

moment, thinking

burned and

appeared on his

“Hi, Honey!” Finley said as she walked into the bedroom. Completely disregarding the man’s cold aura. She made no comment about how the room was completely monochrome and as cold as an

place like her house, Finley walked to the walk-in