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Chapter 148
Chapter 148
Chapter 148 Jack of All Trades
The next morning, Ziana woke up early.
She went to knock on Boris’s door and informed him that they were leaving to find Ms. Damara in
half an hour.
“So, Mr. Lewis, you better hurry up and get ready, and don’t dawdle,” she said.
But when she returned half an hour later, Boris was still in his bathrobe, looking like he had just
taken a shower.
His muscular upper body was s*xy and perfect, with water droplets sliding down his muscles, and
his hair was still wet.
Perhaps because of impatience, his gaze was a bit sca**ered when he looked up, and the stray hair hanging down from his forehead made his eyes look even more dim.
What a fresh and handsome man!
But Ziana didn’t even bat an eyelash. Not only that, she even felt like blowing up.
She looked him up and down, and said bluntly, “Don’t tell me, you just started to clean up.”
“Mm,” Boris said flatly, “I overslept.”
Ziana was getting angrier, “Didn’t I call for you?”
“You should have come into the room and called me,” Boris said, looking at her, “That way, I
wouldn’t have fallen asleep again.’
Taking a deep breath, Ziana asked, “So, how much longer do you need?”
“Half an hour, maybe longer,” Boris said, glancing at her, “Are you in a hurry?”
“I’m in a hurry to separate from you,” Ziana said truthfully, “Can you hurry up?”
“I can’t,” Boris said, turning to walk back into his room, “If you’re in a hurry, you can go by
yourself.”
If the rules of the program allowed for solo activities, she would have left on her own a long time
ago.
Who would want to be with him anyway?
Ziana licked her lips and repeated, “Hurry up.”
“I can’t,” Boris said calmly, slowing down his movements even more than usual.
So Ziana saw him slowly walking, slowly blow-drying his hair, slowly making breakfast…
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It was still only 6:30 in the morning, and there weren’t many netizens squatting in the live stream room, with few bullet comments.
But since the two of them appeared on screen together, the live stream room became lively.
[The early bird catches the worm! I just entered the live stream room and saw Mr. Lewis’s beautiful body. I’m so lucky!]
(What’s going on? Why do I feel like Mr. Lewis likes to take his clothes off in front of Ziana?]
[Can this scene be broadcast live?]
[You’ve discovered the point! Mr. Lewis looks like a peacock displaying its feathers to attract a mate!]
[The point should be that Ziana is about to blow up. I have a feeling that Mr. Lewis will get beaten up
soon!]
[…]
Ziana really wanted to hit him. She couldn’t bear it anymore and asked, “Are you still going to have breakfast?”
To her surprise, Boris turned out to be a picky person, saying, “Not only do I need to have breakfast, I need to have a good breakfast. Have you had yours? Let’s have breakfast together later?”
Ziana snorted, “Stop it. I’ll treat you to breakfast.”
She walked over, turned off the stove, and lightly put her hand on his wrist.
Boris didn’t know what she did, but he suddenly felt weak all over.
He watched her drag him out of the room, unable to resist, and then pushed into the car.
Strangely, when she let go of his hand, that lost strength seemed to slowly return to his body.
He sat in the passenger seat, looking thoughtfully at her, but the question he asked was, “What are you going to treat me to?”
“Air and a punch, take your pick,” Ziana started the car and looked over at him.
Her lips curled into a slight smile, but there was impatience and threat in her eyes.
Boris’s eyes deepened a bit, and he raised an eyebrow indifferently, “I choose not to eat.”
Two hours later.
The car stopped in a village.
Before going to bed last night, Ziana had searched the building in the photo.
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The building had the words “Eighth Coal Mine” on it, so it was easy to find information.
She and Boris got out of the car and hadn’t walked a few steps when they saw a middle-aged man. Ziana took out the drawn portrait and asked, “Excuse me, do you know this person?”
“Isn’t this Ms. Damara?” the man said, asking, “Are you looking for her?”
“Yes, we have something to ask her. Do you know where she lives?”
The man saw that they were both dressed very elegantly and became curious. He warmly said, “I’ll take you there.”
Ziana quickly thanked him with a smile.
She calmly folded the sketch back up, and Boris glanced at it, understanding what she had done.
He also knew that the photo was from many years ago and understood that it was a trap set by the production team.
Ziana was very smart and could see through it easily.
But what really surprised him was that she drew the portrait.
Although he wasn’t good at painting, he had developed an appreciation for art in his elite education.
This portrait had smooth lines, decisive strokes, and not a single stroke was superfluous.
Although there were only a few strokes, all of the character’s features were present, and the person seemed to come to life on the paper.
He had every reason to believe that Ziana’s artistic ability was beyond measure.
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She… had really given him too many surprises.
If her background was what he guessed, then her excellence and brilliance could be explained.
The middle-aged man brought them to Ms. Damara’s house quickly.
Ms. Damara was sitting in the shade at the front door, holding a fan and fanning herself absentmindedly.
She seemed to be waiting for them. After Ziana and Boris explained the purpose of their visit, they were led inside and given an envelope which contained a task prepared in advance by the production crew.
[Mission: Help Ms. Damara with whatever she needed around the house.]
[Requirement: Get a satisfactory evaluation from Ms. Damara before 6:00 p.m., and you will be rewarded.] All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
In other words, they were there to work as laborers, doing whatever Ms. Damara asked of them.
They had to not only obey her, but also do a good job.
Ziana thought the task wasn’t difficult and felt relieved that they could soon part ways.
However, she soon found out that whenever she spoke to Ms. Damara, she didn’t respond and just
smiled at them.
The middle-aged man who had brought them there then said, “Ms. Damara is deaf and mute.’
Deaf and mute?
The production crew was really cu**ing!
But fortunately, Ziana was a Jack of all trades.
She knew a little bit of sign language.
Just as she was about to start communicating with Ms. Damara using sign language, Boris had already started talking.
Ms. Damara looked delighted and, after a brief conversation, her eyes softened towards Boris.
“She said to start by doing a big cleanup of the house and yard, inside and out,” said Boris.
Ziana nodded, she understood their sign language after all.
Netizens began commenting on the situation, all with an attitude of enjoying.
[Mr. Lewis doesn’t even know how to operate a washing machine, and now he’s being asked to work as a male s**vant in the countryside? Hahaha, that’s quite amusing!]
[I bet they won’t be able to complete the task today. Ms. Damara will definitely give them a bad
review!]
[If she leaves them a negative review, then everything they’ve done will be for nothing. I’ll definitely laugh my head off! Mr. Lewis and Ziana have never been treated like this.]
[I saw that Ms. Damara even has two cows. I want to see Mr. Lewis herd them!]
[Who wants to see Mr. Lewis shovel manure? That would be quite a sight!]
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