Chapter 16 Garrett stood up, not bothering with breakfast. "Sure. Everything's my fault. I'm the one who forced her not to cat. Go take a look at that room full of luxury goods. Every month's latest-season clothes, bags, and jewelry are worth mil- lions. I've never mistreated her. She's the hostess, yet she can't even handle two maids? That just proves she's not ca- pable." As he adjusted his sleeves, he glanced at the table full of delicious food. "Grandma, cat well. I'm heading to the of- fice." Corinne had a splitting headache. She would have to talk to Adrienne tonight. She needed to understand what was re- ally going on. Once Garrett got in the car, he leaned back, faint dark circles visible beneath his eyes. Jared started the car, guessing that Garrett probably hadn't slept at all. With his eyes closed, Garrett suddenly said, "Have someone redo the fishpond at Greystone Estate. She doesn't like the one there now." "Yes, sir." "Any requests she has at Greystone Estate, fulfill them. If you can't reach me by phone, just take care of it." Sometimes he went on-site visits to remote areas, and his phone might lose signal on rare occasions. "I understand, sir. The renovation crew will be there soon." Only then did Garrett nod, turning to gaze silently out the window, lost in thought. Adrienne arrived at Willard's house twenty minutes late. Dressed in a suit and tie, he mocked her, "Ever heard of calling your boss when you're late? What if I had an impor- tant overseas meeting this morning? Can you afford that?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Gibson." He was annoyed, but remembering the contract signed last night, he got in the car. "Don't let it happen again. If you don't want the job, plenty of others do." Adrienne was about to drive away when she saw a woman appear from inside the villa. She looked about Willard's age, and the moment she saw Adrienne, her face twisted with anger. "Willard, who's this?" "My new assistant." 0.0 % 16:43 Chapter 16 288 iVouchers The woman let out a bitter laugh. "So this is how little you even bother to hide it now? Hiring someone this young and pretty?" Her hair was a bit messy, and with a single stride, she reached the driver's window. Leaning through the open win- dow, she tried to grab Adrienne's hair. "You little tramp! Get out of the car!" Adrienne quickly dodged and softly asked the man in the backseat, "Mr. Gibson, shall we go now?" Willard's face showed a flicker of irritation. "Drive." Adrienne quickly reversed, made a turn, and drove away. The woman stayed where she was, clutching her hair and screaming in frustration. Adrienne glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the woman squatting on the ground, crying. She didn't ask. At the office, Adrienne's job mainly consisted of organizing documents. There wasn't much to learn. The rest of her work was to accompany Willard to various social functions. At noon, Willard asked her to deliver some documents to the Melendez Group. He used to be a senior executive there and still had a couple of friends inside. The documents concerned a recent in- vestment project. Those friends were investors too and needed to sign off. Adrienne didn't refuse. She took the documents and drove to the Melendez Group. It was her first time there. At the front desk, she asked for the floor where the senior executives were. The receptionist furrowed her brow. "Miss, you'll need to make an appointment first. You can't access the top floor without a special card. I need permission to let you through."