CHAPTER 4

''Sir. Miss Valerie has arrived at the apartment residence you want." Depson came to see a man who was busy with a pile of files in his office.

 

A cold face with siren eyes that often made others feel afraid to speak, let alone to approach Arthur Davidson. A man who is 32 years old is quite mature for a successful and handsome man, isn't he? But approaching Arthur is not as easy as turning the palm of your hand.

 

All women should sigh in disappointment because Arthur already has a fiancée who is in New York at the moment. The engagement even happened when they were teenagers.

It could be said that even if they got married, it would only be a company wedding.

 

Arthur took off his glasses and placed them on the wooden table. He stretched his head until it made a sound. Arthur had been working too long.

 

''Good. Your next task is to drop her off and pick her up when she goes to work. Did you tell him what the company's requirements are? I don't want her to come to the company in revealing clothes like the bitches who worked as my secretaries before.''

 

Arthur looked at Depson with his sharp gaze. Because Depson had previously recommended a secretary who did not want to work for him but, instead, seduced him by dressing like a prostitute.

 

''Yes, sir. I have ensured that Miss Valerie will not dress like that.'' Depson sat down and walked out of Arthur's room with a calm breath. He had not made any mistakes that could earn him the Lion King's wrath.

 

After Depson left the room. Arthur immediately returned his gaze to the large monitor screen in front of him with a wide smile. When he heard the name of Valerie, who had unwittingly stepped closer to him—it's just that Arthur didn't want to show those happy feelings in front of others—what were you thinking? Did Arthur fall in love at first sight?

 

Of course not! Arthur never fell in love with a woman. He only wanted Valerie as his puppet. Arthur knew very well that a man wouldn't play with dolls, but he liked them for a very long time in his life.

 

Arthur bought them with money and spoiled them with treasure and pleasure. So what was the problem? The problem was that they were not allowed to have feelings for Arthur, let alone make the fatal mistake of getting pregnant.

 

''Very beautiful.'' Those were the words that came from Arthur's lips when he saw the movements of Valerie, who was wearing a casual shirt while enjoying bread at the dining table.

 

Arthur was not a stupid man! He had installed some CCTV cameras in every corner of the apartment Valerie was currently living in—one thing that Arthur had only done to a woman named Valerie; Arthur had never done this to a doll before.

 

If Valerie had agreed to the deal by now, Arthur would have jumped in, lived in the same apartment as Valerie, and touched Valerie's entire body, which made Arthur feel hot and cold with curiosity.

 

On the other hand, Valerie doesn't know what to do anymore; her just feels bored in her spacious apartment. It wasn't that Valerie didn't like having such a large and well-equipped apartment; it was just that she felt lonely, and if only she could get a cat, then her life would be complete.

 

Valerie yawned as she felt sleepy after enjoying a slice of bread with strawberry jam in the late afternoon. There was no other choice but to step into the main room and rest before returning to work the next day.

 

Valerie's feet stepped up the stairs that would lead her to the master bedroom, which was very quiet. Without much talking, Valerie jumped straight onto the soft bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

 

Without Valerie realizing it, Arthur laughed several times unintentionally because of the silly things Valerie did. For who knows how many minutes, Arthur continued to watch Valerie's movements from the CCTV that was displayed large on his monitor screen. Seeing Valerie sleeping peacefully made Arthur forget all his work that was still unfinished.

 

Valerie woke up early because she also slept early last night. Before making breakfast, Valerie cleaned herself first. Valerie was not going to miss her bath. Again, Valerie's mouth was wide open when she saw all the bathroom facilities in the master bedroom.

 

"Am I dreaming?" Valerie patted her cheeks as she marveled at the large bathtub and the shower behind the glass wall. And the luxurious marble sink.

 

Valerie's hand touched the sink and turned the gold-colored faucet. The clear water touching her hand against the large glass in front of her reflected Valerie's poor face.

 

To be honest, even though she had a model mother who always gave her money, Valerie never used it to get rich or buy all the things she never had.

 

"Isn't all this too much? But why am I even afraid to meet the billionaire who is my boss? Is it just my hunch that there is an ulterior motive?" Valerie was talking to herself. This was something that continued to haunt Valerie and even carried over into her sleep.

 

She quickly woke up from her reverie and went to the shower cubicle to immediately undress her body. Turning on the shower and wetting her whole body with warm water that fell gently on her head, Valerie used the liquid soap facility on the edge and wiped her whole body with soap that had a masculine scent, but she liked it.

 

After he finished cleansing his body, he chose the same office clothes he wore every day when he was working in Chicago. An olive-colored shirt with a black knee-length spandex skirt.

 

Valerie picked up a small pouch that held all her simple makeup tools. Valerie's face never had a problem with the substances in her makeup; all of her makeup was cheap makeup that she bought at a discounted price.

 

A thin layer of pink lipstick on her pale lips was enough to beautify Valerie's face. She put her hair in a ponytail so as not to disturb her work. Valerie sprayed a perfume that had a fruity scent and put two small jeweled earrings on her ears.

 

"I think my appearance is quite decent; nothing revealing, and I hope it's following company regulations." Valerie corrected her appearance once more in the mirror before she picked up her small bag and her black 5 cm high heels.

 

"I hope you will support me at work today," Valerie said to her worn-out high heels that had broken some time ago and had to be taken to a repair shop. Valerie still didn't have much money to replace them; after all, as long as they were still good for her, why waste a lot of money to buy new ones?