Chapter 81 Jay's Tricks

Finally, Jay understood why Doris had such a strange smile on her face.

'She even pretended to be nice by saying that she would cook for me!

She has clearly set a trap for me!'

Jay lingered on this thought with a smile.

"Alright, Mr. Fang. I'll stay with you today. But I want one million," whispered the beautiful woman.

Jay looked at her. "You'll stay for one million? Let me think about it." Jay was a wealthy man, but he was never careless. He had to think this through. This was Doris' home, and everything must be done carefully.

She was not going to win so easily.

"Yes, one million," repeated the beautiful woman.

"Why don't we sit down for a while? We can discuss this later."

"Take your time. I'm not in a hurry." She grabbed hold of Jay's hand and began to lead him back to the sofa.

"Mr. Fang..."

"Mr. Fang..."

Jay felt as though he had been hit on the head with a club.

In front of him stood several more women, each one glammed up for the evening.

"Mr. Fang, you didn't invite more women, did you? You promised it would just be you and me tonight! I've been looking forward to this evening with you for days. How could you lie to me? I'm so upset!" A woman looked

lied submissively, fists clenched.

"You see how obedient she can be? I've trained her well. Now, hurry up and get dinner ready. You've made us wait long enough." Jay waved her away towards the kitchen with a smirk.

As Doris headed for the kitchen, she heard one of the women saying, "Well, Mr. Fang, that maid of yours isn't looking too good now that you've got all these beautiful women in the room."

"You're right! She looks terribly plain and boring," another woman answered.

"Haven't you all heard of that saying? 'An ugly woman...'" Jay hesitated to continue.

"'An ugly woman always makes trouble!'" finished one of the women.

"Always makes trouble!" Jay repeated with a chuckle. Doris was not at all ugly, but she most definitely was a troublemaker.

Today was a perfect example of how just much trouble she could be.

Only Doris could come up with an idea as crazy as this one.

Doris cursed under her breath. Out loud, she asked, "If I'm such a troublemaker, are you sure you still want to eat the food that I cook?"

"Listen to her! Speaking as if she were the mistress of the house! You should scold her, Mr. Fang!" As she said this, the woman leaning on his arm sneered in contempt.