CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 98 He Was Not Joking

Chapter 98 He Was Not Joking

Francis ran out of patience and coldly said, "You must know! If you like washing dishes, you can do it."

Lilian pursed her lips and intently stared at him, trying to find a trace of joking on his face.

But unfortunately, he was not joking. He was vindictive. When she had disappeared for half a month, she had washed dishes in a restaurant. He had ignored her then. But now, he was making a fuss about it.

Sometimes, Lilian envied Julian. Although she was not his wife, he loved her very much. She could go to work as she liked. And when she wanted to be a star, he supported her.

But Lilian could only wash dishes.

Seeing her nod to agree, Francis showed a gloomy face and said, "You seem to like the job very much. From now on, you will bear the living expenses of you and the servant you hired!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and went upstairs. Then, he changed his clothes, came downstairs, and left the villa. In the past, he would not resign after changing his clothes. It seemed his principles could be changed. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Nelson came to send Lilian to work early in the morning. He took her to a five-star restaurant, went straight to the kitchen, and handed her over to a plump middle-aged woman. Then, he gave Lilian a complicated look and said, "Ms. Rossum, take care of yourself. If you can't stand it, please give in to Mr. Landau."

Lilian was stunned to hear this. But Nelson left before she could figure out what he meant.

The middle-aged woman came over, pulled her, and said, "You're new here. Go to wash the dishes. They are urgently needed! You will wash all of them by yourself. You must be efficient, understand?"

Lilian finally figured out what Nelson meant. Francis was punishing her instead of giving her a job! But she didn't know what mistake she had made. Maybe it was because she had interrupted his video call with Julian last night.

While thinking about it., Lilian walked to the sink. It was full of dishes of all sizes. The baskets on the floor were also filled with dishes. And people were bringing more over. The restaurant was popular, so there were many dishes to wash.

The middle-aged woman then told her the requirements for washing the dishes. She must wash them three times and disinfect them. The compensation would range from 100 to 500 dollars if she broke any of them. But her daily wage was only 150 dollars.

Lilian had no time to calculate or think about whether she would feel tired. She needed money to support Fabiana and herself, so she could only work hard.

She stood by the sink and washed the dishes with a dishcloth. Although it was warm water, her hands turned white after being soaked for less than an hour. She wanted gloves, but the middle- aged woman did not bother to help her but said, "Hurry up! If you can't finish washing all of them, I will deduct your wage!"

Then, she glared at her, turned around, and left.

Lilian bit her lips and could only continue washing the dishes.

Noon was the peak time, so the plates piled up so high that she could barely wash them herself. Soon, her fingers turned white and wrinkled. And they stung when they touched the dishes.

The middle-aged woman kept urging her. The more she urged, the more anxious Lilian felt. Suddenly, a dish slipped from her hand, fell to the ground, and broke into pieces.

The middle-aged woman didn't scold her. Instead, she calmly picked up a small notebook, wrote something down, and said, "You broke one. Clean the mess up and continue washing the dishes!"

Lilian had not recovered from the cold yet, so she felt dizzy after standing for long. She grabbed the edge of the sink and took a few deep breaths before steadying herself.

Then, she squatted down to pick up the broken pieces. When she threw them into the trash can, someone hurrying past bumped into her. She felt a stinging pain in her ring finger. When she looked down, she saw blood gushing out of the cut.