Chapter 37

Cedric braced against the biting wind, his eyes narrowing as each gust whipped across his face.

He observed Daniela gracefully advancing towards Luxor Tower,her long gown billowing at her side. The fierce wind sculpted her figure into an image of fragile elegance,isolated against the urban backdrop.

In that moment, a sharp pang of discomfort seized Cedric's heart-an acute, undeniable twinge that demanded his attention.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he hastily dialed a number. "Ryan, it's Cedric. I need you down here."

Ryan, who had been entrenched in his efforts to overhaul the building's security system, had been deprived of sleep for several days.

Clad in his worn hoodie, he trudged downstairs,his appearance haggard under the faint lighting, his lips pale.

"What's up, Cedric?" Ryan queried,his voice weary and raspy. Cedric's eyes remained fixed on the 25th floor,illuminated by the light in Daniela's room.

Catching Cedric's concerned look, Ryan retrieved a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapping it and placing it in his mouth. "Didn't you just see her off to her room?What's the worry now?"

Cedric replied, "She's not happy."

Ryan swiveled towards him, his expression etched with confusion."Really?"

To Ryan, understanding human emotions was a puzzle with no clear solution, endlessly complex.

Pressing his lips tightly, Cedric made a request. "I have a housekeeper to look after Daniela. Help me with the arrangement."

Ryan opened his mouth to respond, but Cedric quickly added,"She's refused me."

A crease formed on Ryan's brow. "Why?"

Cedric replied, "She told me Lillian would handle it.I need you to hack into Lillian's computer and ensure the right person is chosen. I'll take care of everything else."

Cedric envisioned a future encounter with the Harper family, where the housekeeper would not merely stand there, tear-stricken and defenseless.

The mere thought stirred a wave of discomfort within him. He knew he wouldn't findpeace until the matter was settled.

With a confident nod, Ryan replied, "Understood.Don't worry, Cedric. I'll handle it to perfection."

After exchanging a few more remarks, Ryan made his way back upstairs. Meanwhile, Cedric leaned back to gaze once more at the 25th floor, catching the moment Daniela's lights dimmed.

Daniela felt no urgency to employ a housekeeper.

Over the decade dedicated to winning Alexander's heart,she had honed her self-reliance to an art form.Her domestic prowess was unmatched, maintaining her home in impeccable order.

Alexander, ever particular about his meals, had prompted Daniela to seek culinary skills from various esteemed chefs.

Eventually, Alexander found her cooking beyond reproach.Although he was sparing with his praises, he would occasionally let slip a rare word of appreciation.

Consequently, Daniela saw no immediate need to recruit additional help. She had delegated the task to Lillian but stressed that there was no need to hurry.

After all, Joyce's disruptive antics weren't going to cease any time soon. Hiring someone too soft-spoken or gentle might only lead them to be overwhelmed by bullying.

Yet, Daniela hadn't anticipated the rapid pace at which events would unfold.

The next morning, as the sunlight peeked through her curtains, Daniela's first sight was Lillian, standing beside her bed with a wide, infectious smile. "l've found you a housekeeper!"

Daniela's eyes flickered open, a fog of sleep clouding her thoughts.

That fast?

It hadn't even been...

She cast a quick glance at the clock on her bedside table.

Not even ten hours had passed.

With a smirk, Lillian added, "I hopped online early this morning to scout for a housekeeper, and guess what?The perfect candidate was just there, waiting to be found. She's exceptional-skilled in all aspects of housework. She can whip up specialty dishes from across the globe. And that's not all-she's fluent in five languages and has a knack for childcare. Should you decide to have children one day, she's fully equipped to manage it all!"

Daniela couldn't help but be impressed; the woman sounded almost too good to be true.

Beaming with enthusiasm, Lillian added, "I've already invited her over for a trial run-she's actually waiting for us downstairs."

With a mix of curiosity and intrigue, Daniela followed Lillian down the staircase.

"Hello, Ms. Harper. My name is Josie Maynard,but please,call me Josie. I'm here to look after all your household needs. Should you have any specific requests, feel free to let me know," Josie Maynard stated with a warm, welcoming smile.

Daniela gazed at Josie-a middle-aged woman,slightly rounded with a welcoming, kind air that made her seem instantly familiar.

"Have we met before?" Daniela asked.

Josie, her hands clasped before her, maintained her gentle smile. "You can't be serious! I simply possess an ordinary face. What are the chances someone like me would ever cross paths with you?"

As the words left her lips, Josie's eyes flickered towards Daniela, her smile deepening with a subtle but undeniable reverence.

Truly, Daniela was a sight to behold. A vision, almost ethereal, that could easily captivate anyone's attention, including Cedric's.

"Miss Harper, I've prepared some sandwiches for you this morning and squeezed some fresh juice. I had to make do since my arrival was rather rushed, but I plan to shop later. Please, tell me your preferences for tomorrow's meals, and I'll ensure everythingis to your liking."

Daniela wasn't usually one for breakfast, her appetite seldom stirring in the early hours, but Josie's culinary skills were irresistible.

The sandwiches looked delicious, and the juice was fresh.

Once Daniela had finished her breakfast, Josie placed a shawl around her shoulders. "The mornings carry a bit of a chill. Don't forget to look after yourself."

With her characteristic smile beaming, Josie then seized a compact shopping cart and set off to purchase groceries.

From the doorway, Lillian observed her departure, her expression radiant with pride.

Josie was a remarkably considerate soul, seemingly crafted perfectly to complement Daniela's needs.