Be My Slave

The next day, Kirs received a text notification. Johny had indeed transferred the money to Kirs’ account. He was both happy and angry. He was happy to receive such a large sum of money. He was angry that Johny and Ceres had a tacit understanding. Ceres woke up very early and started working in the kitchen early in the morning. Kirs leaned against the door of the kitchen, "You are right. The money has already been received." "Since you’ve got the large sum of money, can you give me the antidote now? I can promise you that we won’t owe each other anything from now on. I will definitely not track anything from you." Ceres said while stirring the porridge in the pot. Kirs yawned, stretched, and said, "I said I wanted you to be my slave for one month. With dissatisfaction, I will not hand you the antidote. You’d better satisfy me this month! Otherwise, you will pay for it." Kirs said and walked out of the kitchen. Ceres did not say anything and continued to cook. She was very clear that anyhow Kirs would not give her the antidote. So she deliberately fell into his trap and came to him to find the antidote. She could only guess and search for the antidote as she approached him. Johny didn’t sleep for the entire night. He had sent out subordinates to look for Ceres. Unfortunately, it was fruitless. Johny had found out that Kirs had bought a plane ticket to Country M, but the people there had also lost the trace of Kirs. Country M was so big, so there was no way to find him. After the whole night, Johny worried about what would happen to Ceres and Kirs. "There’s still no news, Mr. Johny," Ben reported to Johny. "You must find Kirs and Ceres at any cost." Johny had no clues. At Kiera’s Studio. Nyla has been working very hard recently. She has completely broken off with her family. She did not expect that one day she would be kicked out by her biological parents and cut off the relationship. She sat in front of her table with one hand supporting her head in a daze. She had just finished an order. Now she was free, so she also had the time to space out. Nyla couldn’t help but think of the scene of coming across Bob on the street that day. That day on the street, Nyla felt blue and squatted on the edge of the road like a beggar. She saw Bob as soon as she looked up. In fact, Nyla could not figure out why she was so angry when she knew that Bob was going to be with Nydia. She clearly didn’t like Bob. She liked Johny, and this had never changed. They were arguing on the street, and Nyla wantonly vented her emotions until she could no longer bear all the grievances and threw herself into his arms to cry. She still remembered the temperature in his arms now. Kiera knocked on Nyla’s table. "Are you longing for love? Hurry up and go to work!" Nyla rolled her eyes at Kiera. "I don’t have anything to do. Why not rest for a while?" "Doesn’t this work?" Kiera slammed a list on her desk. Nyla looked at the list and it was to make a traditional cheongsam. "You have been very lucky recently. This guest appoints you to design it. Cheer up and work!" Nyla now completely relied on herself. Of course, she wanted to earn more money. She took the list and looked at the specific requirements on it - there were only a few numbers. The other party’s requirements were not high, and there were no long-winded rules. Her design was much easier. Opening her drawing board and preparing to start making a design draft, she suddenly thought of something. Recently, she has received orders one by one. The guests were very easy to deal with. The drafts were all completed once and have not even been revised. Nyla thought carefully and walked into Kiera’s office, placing the list on Kiera’s table. "Why are the orders I took recently so easy to deal with?" Kiera looked at Nyla and laughed, "Are you a glutton for punishment? ’Is it easy to deal with?’ Do you prefer to change it many times?" "I don’t mean it that way. I just think that the customers in my hands are too easy to deal with. It wasn’t like this in the past. The people who came to us are all high-end customers. Everyone is extremely picky. Why are the customers in my hands so easy to deal with? You aren’t deliberately taking care of me, right?" Nyla felt that there was definitely something fishy going on. "My darling, I am not so kind. I give the designer a high commission. If possible, I won’t give you a penny. ’I deliberately take care of you?’ If you say it, I do." Kiera pondered for a moment and replied, "You are a little bossy, so I usually don’t give you any customers hard to deal with. What I give you is easy to deal with. Alright, go back and do your work!" Nyla took the list again and returned to her seat. The designers next to her could not help but complain, "Someone doesn’t want to be a rich girl at home but insists on coming here to compete with us." "That’s true, but this is so infuriating. As a designer, she has people coming over to give orders unlike us!" Nyla had never been on good terms with these people, so she coughed and said, "If you dare, just say it by name. Otherwise, you are a coward." "You..." The other party was furious. "Alright, alright, stop arguing. Hurry up and do your work. Don’t you want the bonus this month?" A good-tempered designer hurriedly mediated. Everyone did not speak again. Nyla continued to make her design drafts, but after thinking about it, she was confused. She thought, ’Kiera is indeed a stingy person. It is impossible for her to purposely give me a list and even a commission. ’However, she must be hiding something from me. Even the other designers could tell that.’ So Nyla soon finished the list in her hand and was deliberately perfunctory. She handed the clothes to Kiera within a day. Kiera didn’t even look at it before directly putting away her clothes. "Why don’t I personally send the clothes over? If there’s anything that needs to be changed, I’ll directly communicate with the guests." "No need. I know the guest. I can just send it back to her on the way home." So Nyla got off work and called a taxi to follow Kiera. Kiera did not go home at all but went to a restaurant.