Babysitting The Billionaire's Adult Son

lm together and smile warmly at the lady in front of her. "Thank you very much, ms," Melanie says with a beautiful smile glued to her face. "I think the person you should be thanking is your fr

ter must commence work after interview. Didn't you came prepare?" she asks and Melanie finds herself sighing at what the lady says. "Never knew they're in a haste." Melanie let out truthfully. Harley curls her mouth in a smirk and moves closer to Melanie a little bit. "Here's a tip for you... Melanie clutch tight at her bag as the lock the door of her apartment. She had came with the company's driver to take her stuff as promised by the Secretary. She didn't bother to take much stuff as she was told that she would be given a wardrobe full of dresses in the mansion. "I'm really." she says to the driver as soon as she steps inside the vehicle. He nodes his head and carefully drives out of the apartment. Melanie couldn't get her mind off what the lady had told her early. 'From what I've heard, My Gordon might seems cool on the outside but he's a devil inside.' Melanie recollect what the lady said and couldn't help but to sigh audibly. Melanie looks out of the window and she feels a drop of tears from her left eyes. 'If not because of the debt, she wouldn't have agreed to take the job' she thought and close her lids as different thoughts runs on her mind. 'You're to just keep an eye on the son and report to the father his daily activities.' Melanie still couldn't point out what the lady meant by that. 'Isn't the child she's going to babysit a kid? Why must she report the daily activities of the infant to his father?' she thought and decided to wave it off her brain. The steady horns of the vehicle jots Melanie out of her thoughts and she stares at the driver, wondering why he's doing such a despicable act. "We are here." he says and she mouths an 'Oh' when it down to her that they're finally at the mansion. She opens the vehicle door and step down from the vehicle not forgetting to take out her bag as well. The driver wishes her luck and speeds off without looking back. 'Everyone is acting strange about this. Do they all hate the man?' she thoughts and moves closer to the front gate. She presses on the doorbell and no one answers from inside. Just then her phone starts vibrating and she carefully take it out of her purse. It was a message