Chapter 1592 The Domineering President

Chapter 1592 The Domineering President

Varian and the Matriach walking behind him were greeted by Primula.

"I know her, I've seen her before. She is...she is..."

Primula leaned forward, fidgeting cutely as she tried to recall. Her small, cute face showed tangled in thoughts showed her struggle.

The Matriarch's gaze flickered and she smiled at the little girl.

'Such a cute little gi—'

"The fat blue cow!"

Varian nearly stumbled to the floor. Pulling Primula's cheeks, he asked with a grim expression. "Where did you hear that?"

"Ish, Ish fraam thaaa..." Primula tried to speak with great difficulty.

Varian released his grip and the little girl rubbed her cheeks with an indignant expression before muttering. "That's what sister Sia called her."

"..."

Varian's face darkened.

'The house needs to be set in order.'

Someone was going to get spanked a lot tonight.

Before that, he felt the need to apologize for the rudeness. Turning around, he said with an earnest expression. "Helena, I'll talk to Sia. On her behalf, I'm sor—"

"Why should that comment deserve an apology, Your Majesty?" The Matriarch chuckled, her lips curling into a proud, charming smile.

Pressing her arms together as if to emphasize something, she said with a smirk. "If even the Queen is jealous of me, that makes me happy, not sad."

"..."

Varian looked up at Primula and shook his head with a serious expression.

'Don't tell Sia this happened.'

Primula shook her head.

'No, I promised to tell everything.'

Varian's eyebrows jumped and he glanced at Matriach with a worried expression before turning to Primula.

'Sia will hang her upside down outside the mansion and whip her.'

Primula shrugged. 'Not my problem, brother.'

'Please?'

'No.'

'Pretty Please?'

'If you show me the photos of your tree cospl—'

"Alright, let's go!" Varian gestured with his hand and walked ahead in large footsteps.

"Such a shameless, petty brother! Hmph!" Primula snorted and like a rabbit chasing a lion, she ran after him.

Varian, who was walking normally, also started running, just to spite her.

Especially the stuff in these papers.

[And the president looked at the secretary with a domineering gaze and said. "Be my maid."

The secretary shook her head meekly, her heart racing and face burning.

H-how could she be a maid?

That's not right, she's a genius student throughout the university.

"If you don't agree, I'll make you agree." The president raised her chin with his big, warm, masculine hand and looked into her eyes.

His hot breath reached her face and her legs turned limp. He caught her from falling in his protective embrace and whispered into her ears, his lips dangerously close to her sensitive ears.

"Be. My. Maid." "Haa~"

Her body wriggled as she felt something breaking out of her hold. Something...something..."]

"That something is your common sense, you idiot!" Varian crumpled the paper and burned it out of existence.

As he reached the sweet home built at the top of the mountain, he came across several such papers.

Even though he didn't want to see them, they just just floated in front of him. And all of them had provocative titles!

[The domineering president asked me to bathe him! He said it's my duty as a maid!]

[The president actually wants me, his maid, to be his sleeping pillow!]

[Shocking! The president said I should cook for him for the rest of my life!]

[The president returned home drunk! You won't believe what happened next!]

A vein popped on Varian's forehead and he clenched his fist.

"Believe? I will make you believe what will happen."

Lying down on a pink mat on her stomach, Hazel, dressed in a thin one-piece pink dress dangled her legs back and forth.

Everything here was pink.

The flowers, the leaves, the paper she was writing on, the pen she was using to write and the ink.

Unfortunately, the shades of pink were different enough and Varian's eyesight was good enough so he could understand what's written.

Varian reached the top of the mountain and stepped forward.

Hazel bit her pen, shaking her head from time to time, before she scribbled a few words with a shy smile. Then she would giggle with an impure expression and her legs would kick the air.

"...Ahem, ahem." Varian cleared his throat.

"Ehehehe, and the maid said nooo!"

"Ahem, ahem!" Varian started coughing.

"Master, how could you want my stockings?"

"Cough, cough!" Varian choked. "Why the fuck would I want your stockings?"

"Because they remind you of your loyal, pretty and sweet ma..." Hazel turned her head naturally as she answered and then abruptly swallowed her words.

Then, realizing her posture, she jumped onto her feet and pulled down her dress which barely reached half of her thighs.

With a pink face, she asked. "D-Did you see?"