Chapter 56

Just then, footsteps could be heard coming from upstairs.

"George, who's here?"

"It's the nanny you hired."

A woman in a bathrobe came down from the stairs, sounding somewhat irritated. "Oh? Why are you here so early? Didn't we say you should come around noon?"

When she saw a man in the living room, she immediately frowned.

"Wait a minute—"

But when she recognized Randy's face, she quickly changed her tone.

"Yes, yes, yes."

George, still puzzled by his wife's mumbling, asked, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

George's wife eagerly ran downstairs and, approaching Randy, whispered, "Are you here for the nanny position?"

Randy, also curious about the house, nodded.

George's wife nodded excitedly, looking bewitched. "Great, the weekly pay is three hundred dollars, but I'll give you an extra two hundred now. We'll have you cover for us whenever we're away. Let me get your money."

"Ah?"

Randy, puzzled, then realized how charming he must appear after his transformation—was it that easy to get hired?

George's wife glanced secretly at her husband, who was still searching, then leaned closer to Randy and whispered, "You'll have plenty of money-making opportunities. You can easily earn a hundred dollars a night."

After saying this, she happily ran upstairs, her heart fluttering.

Randy was taken aback, thinking that America was indeed quite open-minded. However, although Mrs. George had a certain allure, she didn't compare to Karl's mother in terms of appeal.

He expanded his senses to listen to the noises upstairs. After Mrs. George got the money, she dialed a number.

"You don't need to come for the interview at noon… I said don't come! I'll still pay you. That's it."

Then she quickly came downstairs, walked up to Randy with the money, and handed it over. "This is your payment for our agreement."

Just as Randy reached for the money, she quickly pulled it back.

"I haven't asked for your name yet."

"Madam, I'm Randy Shaw."

Randy felt like he was being toyed with, but seeing her decent appearance, he decided to overlook it this time.

"Don't call me Madam; just call me Isabelle."

"Isabelle."

Mrs. George was then satisfied and handed over the money.

Randy thought this wasn't too shabby. With his own funds running low, he had been considering robbing wealthy families randomly, but now it seemed unnecessary.

"Why are you paying so quickly? Shouldn't it be given after we return?"

George found a business card and saw this scene as he arrived, prompting him to question.

Mrs. George immediately put on a cold face and began reproaching George. "It's all the same! Look at Randy, he'll definitely take good care of the house! And the money is mine, so I'll give it whenever I want!"

"Alright, alright, alright, you're the boss!"

George quickly surrendered, then awkwardly handed the business card to Randy. "This is what you asked for."

"Oh, thank you."

Randy took the card and glanced at it.

It read "Satanas Beauty Salon, Mr. Michel," followed by a string of phone numbers.

It seemed ordinary.

"This is my business card. I also have a beauty salon in Central City. Feel free to visit; I'll give you a discount."

Mrs. George also handed over her card.

"Isabelle's Beauty Salon," with Mrs. George's name and phone number on it.

Randy smiled as he accepted it, noting that Mrs. George appeared to be the decision-maker in the family. She was generous and well-connected, making her a potential ally in promoting his doctrines.

"Ahem."

George abruptly interrupted the exchange of glances between the two, having noticed his wife's odd behavior today.

"Randy, right? I need to tell you that my flowers need about 400 ml of water daily, divided into batches, and…"

Mrs. George interrupted with a pained expression. "Enough! Do you think Randy is a botanist?"

Then, she smiled kindly at Randy. "Don't worry about it; the flowers won't wither if not taken care of."

Randy agreed, thinking he had no intention of dealing with the plants anyway. A few days without care wouldn't kill them; even if they did die, he could revive them.

George was left feeling helpless but continued to explain about the pets. "We also have a Corgi. A bowl of dog food at a time is enough, but you'll need to take it outside for exercise…"

"I don't think that's necessary."

Mrs. George interrupted again. "Just keep the Corgi in its cage. It doesn't need to run around. Just feed and clean it regularly. He doesn't know anything, so Randy, let's exchange contact information. We'll do a video call later, and I'll show you how to handle things."

Randy continued to nod, feeling that Mrs. George and he were on the same wavelength. For a dog, visiting every two or three days to ensure it doesn't starve would be sufficient. Even if it did die, Mrs. George probably wouldn't be upset.

They happily exchanged contact details.

George seemed to sense something was off but dared not say anything. He waved to indicate Randy should leave. "Here's the key. We'll be leaving in the afternoon. Please take care of things until then."

"Understood."

Randy took the key and looked at it.

15 Lantern Bridge Street?

"Let me walk you out."

Just as he was wondering, Mrs. George pushed George aside and wrapped her arm around Randy, leading him out the door.

Randy, curious but not wanting to stay, followed her outside.

As soon as they were outside, Mrs. George revealed her true intentions.

"Randy, you look quite young. Are you still in school?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's wonderful. My daughter just started elementary school. Maybe you could help tutor her."

Mrs. George adjusted the neckline of her bathrobe, displaying her flirtatious demeanor.

Randy continued to smile and responded, "I'd be happy to help."

"Great. During this time, you can get familiar with our home. My room is the first one on the second floor. George and I have been sleeping separately for a long time. If you're tired at night, you can stay there. If possible, helping me organize my lingerie would be even better."

Mrs. George acted like a seductive witch, not believing a lively young man wouldn't be tempted.

"Of course."

Randy casually agreed, feeling his physical abilities back at their peak and not minding showing them off.

He asked his question, "Isabelle, isn't this Lantern Bridge Street 14? I counted the houses, and this one is number 14."

Mrs. George explained, "No, Lantern Bridge Street doesn't have a 13 because it's considered unlucky! So after 12, it skips to 14. Number 14 is occupied by a crazy woman named Beverly!"

"Is that so?"

Randy took note of the reason.

Mrs. George whispered further.

"You're looking for Beverly? Let me tell you, you'd better not get involved with her. That woman will kill you! Her father, husband, and son all ended up dead."

Randy wasn't angered by this, just smiling as he explained, "Mrs. George, you misunderstand me. I'm just handling some business."

"Well, that's fine. Remember to call me Isabelle."

"Understood."

Being at the doorstep, Isabelle didn't dare be too forward, so she only made some tempting comments before heading back inside.

Randy, after leaving, walked next door.