Chapter 120  : Chapter 120  : Helping the Mysterious Secret Husband Clean the Villa

Enna Clark was the type of person who, once she started doing something, would focus wholeheartedly on it.

By the time she finished, the office had already closed for the day.

She stretched, saved the hard-earned plan, shut down her computer, and grabbed her bag from the drawer. To Tiffany Clifford, who was still working overtime, she said, “Sister Tiffany, I’m leaving first.”

“So early?”

“I have something to do.”

Tiffany thought she was talking about handling Bobby’s affairs, so she nodded and said goodbye, “Alright, you go ahead, I’ll wait for Brother Smith to pick me up.”

“Showing off your love-”

Tiffany glared at her happily, then said, “When will you show off your love for me too? I’ve already prepared a red envelope for you.”

Not that topic again… Enna’s head magnified, and she escaped quickly with a laugh, “Cough cough, when you’ve saved up a super big red envelope. I’m really leaving now, bye.”

“Bye.

Leaving the company’s gate, she skillfully crossed the street and walked to the intersection on the other side.

A black Aston Martin was parked by the road, and as she approached, the driver skillfully opened the door for her, “Young Madam, I was just thinking of calling you. ”

Enna got in like a thief, explaining sheepishly, “I had some work stuff today, so

I got off work a bit late.”

During her first week in Capital City, she had only 45 dollars left from selling the phone and was almost penniless. She could only afford a cheap motel and went out to find work during the day. But her education was too low, and she had no work experience, so no better jobs were available for her. The only choices she had were cashier or salesperson positions. She didn’t mind hard work; when her Grandpa was sick and needed money, she had done all kinds of jobs. But if she wanted to bring Bobby back to the country, she couldn’t find a job with long hours and instability. So, she searched for a full week without finding anything suitable.

Just as she was about to give up, her long-lost Secret Husband suddenly sent her a message. He asked if she had time to help him out with something and then introduced her to her current job when he heard she was in Capital City.

As for the favor he asked, it turned out to be a house he owned in Capital City that needed someone to clean it regularly, so he could move in immediately when he returned to the country.

Enna had also wondered why he didn’t just hire a professional Cleaningmagic

Company; the only reason she could think of was that his friends had many qmrKs, as Adam Sinclair naa once menuonea, ana sne let go. These days, rich people with no strange habits were embarrassed to call themselves wealthy.

The driver was not chatty and drove the car towards the wealthy suburbs on the outskirts of the city.

The whole journey was silent.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a beautiful villa.

The driver stepped out quickly, gently opened the door for her, and placed his hand on the car top, saying, “Young Madam, we’ve arrived, mind your head.”

Enna was embarrassed by his repeated address as “Young Madam” but didn’t think it would be a good idea to explain, so she just ignored his appellations and thanked him with smiling eyes, “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure.” The driver didn’t dare to let her thank him and immediately said, “Young Madam, please go inside first. I’ll be waiting outside for you, and you can call me anytime you need something.”

“Alright.”

She took the room card from her bag and swiped the door open.

Click—

Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful house came into view—transparent floor-to-ceiling windows were clean and bright, showcasing the flower-filled courtyard. The spiral staircase was made of solid wood, basking in the mottled sunlight, each step evoking a sense of tranquility and comfort..