  A hint of disdain flashed in Rosaria's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

  

      She asked softly, "Are you sure you want this one?"

  

      "Alright, this is the one," Lizette calmly replied.

  

      Of course, she knew that swimsuits were either sexy or cute, but if she chose those swimsuits, she would have to apply more ochre-colored foundation to cover her fair skin.

  

      I'm too tired, I absolutely don't want to.

  

      Lizette took the swimsuit, expressed her gratitude, and then went upstairs.

  

      Jannie watched her as she walked away with her back held straight, feeling so angry that she stomped her foot.

  

      Rosaria pulled her to sit down and lowered her voice, "Didn't Aunt Margaret remind you? Even if you hate her, don't show it openly."

  

      Jannie kicked the carpet, "But I just can't stand her! Look at her, so poor and ugly, like a bl

  Jannie and Rosaria swam up on their own, while Lizette was rescued by Lion.

  

      After being rescued ashore, Lizette's eyes remained tightly closed.

  

      Ah, what a pity! She hasn't had enough fun yet, and Lion's arrival couldn't have come at a worse time!

  

      After Lion called out twice, Lizette reluctantly opened her eyes.

  

      "Still alive."

  

      Lion wiped his damp hair and stood up.

  

      He said to Zeber, "Take Miss Young back to her room and call the doctor to have a look."

  

      "Yes, Mr. Lion," Zeber immediately complied.

  

      "Jannie," Lion said coldly, "explain yourself."

  

      Jannie suddenly snapped to attention, standing up straight as if by reflex.

  

      She initially wanted to say that the three of them were playing together and accidentally fell into the water. However, as Lion's sharp, icy gaze seemed to see rig

  The next day, bright and early.

  

      Lizette finished tidying up and headed out to work.

  

      Stepping out of the villa's main entrance, she took out her phone to search for nearby rented bicycles.

  

      There's no choice; at the Moore family's place, she has to pretend to be a country bumpkin who doesn't know how to drive.

  

      A black Maybach suddenly came to a halt beside me.

  

      Lizette looked up, puzzled.

  

      The rear car window rolled down, and Lion spoke indifferently, "Get in."

  

      After hesitating for a second, she opened the car door.

  

      Riding a free car would be foolish not to take advantage of.

  

      Fasten your seatbelt, and as you turn your head, you meet Lion's scrutinizing gaze.

  

      "Is there something going on?" Lizette asked.

  

      Lion lifted his chin and asked, "Did you make the clothes yourself?"

  

      Although the fabric is not the finest, the tailoring is well-fitted, and every seam is sewn smoothly. No one would doubt that her outfit was made by a master couturier.

  

      A girl from the mountains actually has such impressive skills.

  

      Lizette glanced down, realizing that she had rushed through her work last night and hadn't put much effort into it.

  

      "Ah, I was in a hurry, so the stitches are a bit rough."

  

      According to her standards, this piece of clothing is indeed poorly made.

  

      Lion raised his eyebrows.

  

      This girl, her demands are quite high.

  

      ......

  

      At the Moore Group.

  

      Upon entering the company, Lion handed her over to his special assistant, Zeber, who then led her to the administrative department.

  

      Lizette's job is quite simple: she is in charge of managing Lion's schedule and providing reminders.

  

      As soon as Zeber left the administrative department, the expressions of the colleagues who had been enthusiastically introducing Lizette suddenly turned cold.

  

      With her extremely twisted braids, dry and rough skin, and a mouthful of yellow teeth, she looked every bit like a village girl who was lacking in style and unattractive.

  

      A middle-aged woman named Lucy was the first to ask, "I don't understand, with so many beautiful women around, why did Mr. Lion choose you to be his assistant? Your education doesn't seem that high either."

  

      Others also folded their arms and sized up Lizette, making no attempt to hide the disdain on their faces.

  

      Is this what the workplace is like?

  

      Lizette just felt bored.

  

      "If I were you, I wouldn't question the boss's decision!" Lizette said coldly. "Is there any work to be done? If not, I'll be on my way."

  

      Lucy had been working for so many years, yet this was the first time she had been talked back to by a newcomer. Her face immediately turned red with anger.

  

      But she just had nothing to say!

  

      After a while, she pulled out a folder and tossed it to Lizette, "Make twenty copies of these documents. Mr. Lion needs them for the meeting!"

  

      Lizette turned to the side, and the folder fell directly onto the ground.

  

      She spoke calmly, "I won't go, it's not within my job scope."

  

      Just now, Zeber made it crystal clear that she is only responsible for Lion's daily schedule and reminders.

  

      Lucy's face twisted in anger, "As a newcomer, do you even understand the rules? I am your superior! How dare you disobey your superior's arrangements?!"

  

      Can a boss just dump their work on a newcomer?

  

      Lizette pushed open the office door and said coldly, "Why don't you scream louder, so Mr. Lion can hear you and come to judge the situation for you?"

  

      Immediately, Lucy fell silent.

  

      If it really gets to Lion, then she'll be the one at a disadvantage.

  

      Another colleague, Yuri, pulled Lucy aside, "Alright, alright, Lucy, don't bother with these country bumpkins. I'll go make copies of the documents."

  

      Lucy hummed in response, acknowledging it.

  

      Turning back, she glared fiercely at Lizette.

  

      Lizette's face immediately turned cold, her eyes sharp as a knife.

  

      Lucy never expected the newcomer to be so impressive, which startled her. Then, gritting her teeth, she waved her hand and said, "Well, you can go now. I'll call you if I need anything."

  

      Lizette finally put away her expression and put on a fake smile, "Alright, Lucy."

  

      After this little incident, Lizette had a relatively peaceful day, as no one dared to recklessly boss her around.

  

      At half past five in the afternoon, Zeber sent a message to Lizette, asking her to head straight to the basement after work.

  

      As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, Lizette saw Mike standing by the car door.

  

      "Miss Young, over here."

  

      Lizette got in the car, and Lion was already sitting in the back seat.

  

      Still wearing a frosty expression.

  

      In the passenger seat was Zeber, who turned around and said, "Old Mr. Moore told us that the whole family is going to the hot springs tomorrow, so we should head back early to pack our things."

  

      Lizette nodded, "Alright."

  

      Zeber's mouth twitched slightly.

  

      Just in terms of personality, this Miss Young is really cut from the same cloth as Mr. Lion.

  

      Everyone is so lazy that they can't even be bothered to say an extra word.

  

      The Maybach cruised along the highway, and the atmosphere inside the car was peaceful.

  

      While waiting for the traffic light to change, Lion suddenly spoke up.

  

      "How was your day today?"

  

      Lizette looked up, making sure the person was speaking to her, and then nodded. "Yes, I've noted down the schedule and will remind you on time," she said.

  

      She naturally wouldn't want to do things she shouldn't, but when it comes to her own responsibilities, she takes them very seriously.

  

      Lion's lips slightly pursed, he silently glanced at Lizette.

  

      He didn't want to ask about that.

  

      Zeber spoke up at the right moment, "Miss Young, how are you getting along with your colleagues? If you have any difficulties, feel free to come to me. Although you are just an assistant, Old Mr. Moore has instructed me to take good care of you."

  

      The incident that occurred in the administrative department office this morning didn't cause a big commotion, but Zeber knew all the details very clearly. He promptly reported the matter to Lion.

  

      Now that Lion has taken the initiative to ask, it's clear that he has taken this matter to heart, which is why he went out of his way to explain.

  

      Lizette came to her senses and shook her head, "It's fine, I can handle it."

  

      Zeber revealed a surprised expression.

  

      I thought Lizette would immediately pour out her grievances, bitterly complain about her colleagues, and even lose her temper and quit.

  

      Surprisingly, they seemed completely unconcerned and didn't even mention a word about it.

  

      After a moment, he replied awkwardly, "Ah, I see. Well, that's good then, that's good. Haha."

  

      And Lion, at this moment, simply turned his head indifferently, looking out the window.

  

      ...

  

      Return to the Moore Mansion.

  

      In the living room, Jannie had laid out over thirty brand-new swimsuits on the couch, carefully helping Rosaria choose the perfect one.

  

      As Lion entered the room, Jannie greeted him respectfully, "Uncle Lion is back."

  

      Rosaria smiled gently, "You're back."

  

      Lion gave a faint hum and went straight upstairs.

  

      Upon seeing Lizette walk in, Jannie immediately rolled her eyes dramatically and turned back to continue browsing swimsuits.

  

      Rosaria walked up with a smile and warmly invited, "Lizette, do you have a swimsuit? If not, would you like to pick one out here?"

  

      "Rosaria, why do you even bother with her?" Jannie pouted, clearly unhappy. "She's lacking style and unattractive. Even the prettiest swimsuit would look like rags on her."

  

      Rosaria pressed Jannie's hand firmly, "Jannie, don't be like this. Didn't we agree?"

  

      Jannie was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered and reluctantly stepped aside. "Come on, you must not have worn a swimsuit coming from the mountains. Pick one out."

  

      Lizette indeed didn't bring her swimsuit. She looked around and finally, her gaze settled on the one in the farthest corner.

  

      A deep blue one-piece swimsuit with short sleeves and a square-cut design, typically used for professional sports competitions.

  

      Although unattractive, only the arms and lower legs were exposed.

  

      Jannie burst out laughing.

  

      "Country bumpkin is just a country bumpkin. With so many fashionable new swimsuits to choose from, you just had to pick the ugliest and most outdated one. But I have to admit, it's a perfect match for you."

A hint of disdain flashed in Rosaria's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.
  
      She asked softly, "Are you sure you want this one?"
  
      "Alright, this is the one," Lizette calmly replied.
  
      Of course, she knew that swimsuits were either sexy or cute, but if she chose those swimsuits, she would have to apply more ochre-colored foundation to cover her fair skin.
  
      I'm too tired, I absolutely don't want to.
  
      Lizette took the swimsuit, expressed her gratitude, and then went upstairs.
  
      Jannie watched her as she walked away with her back held straight, feeling so angry that she stomped her foot.
  
      Rosaria pulled her to sit down and lowered her voice, "Didn't Aunt Margaret remind you? Even if you hate her, don't show it openly."
  
      Jannie kicked the carpet, "But I just can't stand her! Look at her, so poor and ugly, like a block of wood. It's infuriating! Rosaria, why are you so nice to her?"
  
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